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The Light Between Us

“There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
 
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me
 
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win”
Don't Dream It's Over, by Crowded House
 
..
 
Archimedean spiral,
Center point,
Along an axis of eccentricity
R = a + b \ theta

Lately, there’s something open
Inside of me,
That’s long been
Shut
 
Let’s talk about someone I’ve never
Felt
You wanted to
Know
 
Never felt worth your
Time
And
Interest
 
Or it was
Difficult
To reminiscence,
I guess
 
Wheels and footfalls
Slow, to all but
Total
Stillness
 
Worms and dress
Clothes fall
Slack, upon their
Hooks
 
Words form
Rank and
File, in complimentary
Phalanx
 
Minutes and
Hours retreat
Into their
Respective
Dens of
Iniquity, to
Plot,
The revolutions
Conspiratorial
Course
 
Evening rolls out its
Plush
Pink tongue  
 
Let’s talk about who I was
With her
 
..
 
The fine art of stellar cartography
R = vt + c

 
Seeing you
Is,
In and of
Itself,
An act
Of faith
 
Seeing you
Is sliding
Into the sea,
Cold shock,
Overwhelming
Awe,
Gradual
Warming
Seeps through
Goose
Pimpled
Flesh,
Inward,
As I
Acclimate
 
Seeing you is like
Wading
Into your
Womb,
Long before,
We touch
 
You’re standing in the large,
East facing picture
Window, that
Overlooks
The cul-de-sac
 
Arms
Outstretched,
To either
Side,
Hands
Planted
On the
Sill, leaning
Forward,
Those ridiculous house
Socks, from your
Toes to your
Knees, with their
White pads like
Teddy bear
Paws
 
I see you,
You see me
 
The light between us
Renders you
Somewhat opaque,
Quantum shifting, in a
Slight
Space, of visible
Tremor
 
Nothing about you is
Certain,
Moment to
Moment,
You phase
Between
The serious girl,
Buried in a Russian
Novel
And the silly
Person, that asks me
Time and
Again, the same
Stupid joke
 
You: What was the pirate movie rated?
 
I groan visibly
 
You: Arrrrrrrr!
 
Laughter throws those dimpled
Cheeks into stark
Relief, by the sheer
Power of their
Symmetry, I’m
Undone,
Disarmed, by their sudden
Emergence
 
Something within me becomes
Buoyant
 
Rises,
To where you
Are
 
..
 
Dark Horse
roughly 10−27 kg/m3

 
Juxtapose
 
Seeing you again, like
This, without
Warning, after such
Absence, is a headlong
Plunge
Into cold,
Black
Water
 
Years weight your
Eyes, depressing their
Deepening
Wells, Your mouth
Stretched at the corner
Lines, I
Read:
Laughter, bitter
Loss, etched by
Blown
Sand
 
Your taut body
Remembers my
Hands, I
Know, by your
Walk, which has
Grown, a bit
Ample,
Deliciously so
 
I’ve changed
And
Not changed,
You say
 
You fall into easy
Patient
Stillness,
Knowing
I am sketching
You,
In my mind,
As I
Always
Have,
As I always
Was,
Famished, by
Hunger
For you
 
A shadow of mutual
Regret
Hangs between
Us,
A hand and a half
Long,
Listing,
In the soft
Wind, with the
Heavy
Lidded
Corpulence, of a
Hammock
 
Even when we
Proceed to
Scream our
Side and
Fuck out our
Fury, it
Creaks, in
Audible
Pendulation,
Sawing through that
Last
Tendon of
Kismet,
Rendering
Us
Strangers, by
Methodical
Amputation
 
We gaze at each
Other, through a
Toxic haze of
Unwords
 
Only
Equations
Remain, to be
Solved
 
Part
Halves, as we
Part
Ways
 
..
 
Arcana Dei, as glimpsed by Virgil and Barbieri

You melt into
Me, in cool
Repose, time flowing
Over us, in gentle
Ribbons, simply
Is, for a handspun
Parcel of
Hours
 
We pair,
In silent reverie, like
Praying
Hands, in
Vague,
Removed
Relation,
To the world,
Revolving, instead
About each
Other, in
Smoothly
Powerful
Elliptical
Orbits,
As we
Bathe
In the light
Between us
 
..
 
Archimedean spiral,
Far point,
Continuing axial vector
(x−h)2 + (y−k)2 = r2

 
Alright,
Let’s talk about
Who I am,
Now
 
Sometimes,
All I want, is to see
You
Again, but
It’s like you’ve
Gone, to another
World, or I
Have, someplace
Sinister, in its
Identical
Dimensions,
Its parallel and
Complete
Void, of poetic
Justice,
Indistinguishable,
Except for your
Absence
 
I come home, pull the
Tie’s noose
Grip, with prying
Fingers at the
Collar, lay
Down, look at the
Ceiling
Constellations
And
Conjure
Your shade
 
There are somber
Days, intangibly
Tinged in
Blue parabola
Rays,
I carefully
Place, memories
Above me, until they
Fill
The room, one small
Space, brimming
With your
Presence, in a great
And vastly
Infinite
Darkness
 
Sometimes, you’re all
That holds the
Walls
In place, against
Every
Unspeakable
Possibility, that
Roams the
Periphery,
With locust
Head and lions
Teeth,
Devouring
The unlucky
 
I am healed and
Half
Dead, in simultaneous
Familiarity,
With myself, light
And dark, smoothly
Circling, without
Ever
Touching, like two
Arms, of a
Centrifuge
 
Regrets,
With no relevance
 
Unwords, in the hollows
Of empty
Pages, where twenty
Years is the same
Metric, as
Forever
 
My soul passed
Into you
When we
Fucked
And
Remained
Therein, annihilating
Each other
And making each
Other
Whole
 
But,
The alarm sounds
In the morning, moments
After
I wake,
Feeling
The natural
Rhythms
Of the day
 
The sun rises,
Like bread
 
Muscles groan with the
Badge of age and
Use, both hard
And supple, in their
Proportionate
Powers
 
Experience often
Stills my tongue,
Unwords
Ripen in the fields
Of stubble,
Upon my face,
Draws a black line under them
 
We’re all traveling at the same pace,
So why
Do we so often
Seem
To be
In each other’s
Way?
 
There are hours and
Minutes, arrivals
And departures, to be
Sorted
Into earmarked
Stacks,
Defiant
Of the gravity,
Of mounting
Decades
 
But the light between us
Remains
 
..
 
The Light Between Us
By
Daniel Christensen
Written by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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