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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
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
Published 21st Jul 2020
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21st Jul 2020 8:01pm
21st Jul 2020 8:13pm
21st Jul 2020 9:08pm
So much emotion in the simple act of existing in the same dimension as another to whom we were once connected. Beautifully arranged art, these words. A round of applause goes out to you, Daniel.
21st Jul 2020 10:54pm
21st Jul 2020 9:27pm
i'm going to have to come back to this again when my head can really dig in. because this is glorious!
21st Jul 2020 10:56pm
It'll be there sugah, unless they drag me off stage with a hook, which I call a toss up, really. 😜💖
21st Jul 2020 10:40pm
Yours always take me days and rereturns
But in the meantime, dear DC
'Seeing you is like
Wading
Into your
Womb,' you can take this to the bank.
But in the meantime, dear DC
'Seeing you is like
Wading
Into your
Womb,' you can take this to the bank.
21st Jul 2020 10:57pm
22nd Jul 2020 4:23am
Dear D,
“We’re all traveling at the same pace,
So why
Do we so often
Seem
To be
In each other’s
Way? ” wonderful question! If only we could answer that question while we’re living through a relationship. It would save so much frustration.
I really admire this piece for its intensity and all the nooks and crannies you’ve taken your reader.
For me, I felt like I was peering into the stages of how this romance began, its journey along the way, its conclusion and resolve to love ever after. I love your closing phrase and the appreciation of love even if the physical side of things hasn’t worked out. That’s the golden ticket to me. This is a marvelous reflection so lovingly recalled and crafted- terrific write. H🌷
“We’re all traveling at the same pace,
So why
Do we so often
Seem
To be
In each other’s
Way? ” wonderful question! If only we could answer that question while we’re living through a relationship. It would save so much frustration.
I really admire this piece for its intensity and all the nooks and crannies you’ve taken your reader.
For me, I felt like I was peering into the stages of how this romance began, its journey along the way, its conclusion and resolve to love ever after. I love your closing phrase and the appreciation of love even if the physical side of things hasn’t worked out. That’s the golden ticket to me. This is a marvelous reflection so lovingly recalled and crafted- terrific write. H🌷
22nd Jul 2020 4:27pm
“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.” – Camille Pissarro 💖🙏
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22nd Jul 2020 4:29pm
22nd Jul 2020 4:07pm
22nd Jul 2020 4:31pm
I love the word erudite. Erudition is the depth, polish and breadth that education confers. The Latin word educāre means to bring out or train; hence an educated person has come to think critically and logically. In Latin, eruditus means enlightened, or cultivated.
Thank you. 💖🙏
Thank you. 💖🙏
22nd Jul 2020 8:23pm
You seem to be walking with slightly different poetic stride. It's an amazing work of art. Poignant, sad & ripple of hope. Much respect. Rob
24th Jul 2020 11:20pm
Anonymous
23rd Jul 2020 1:02am
Hey Daniel.......this is an outstanding ink........thought provoking.......very relatable and brilliantly created.........luv it.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
24th Jul 2020 11:21pm
Anonymous
- Edited 9th Aug 2020 1:56am
7th Aug 2020 4:12pm
I walked with you through it. I cried when you fucked and it did nothing to bring you both back. I wallowed in the nostalgia your words recalled. I felt the ache of time. Now I must get dressed and carry on, like the world inside my head isn't on fire... If I'm unclear it a positive comment. Besides the puffy eyes😉
9th Aug 2020 2:14am
Aw *hugs* Could not ask for a more meaningful response than that. Thank you. 💖🙏
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