2:30 am

I sit in the quiet of Solitude
dark canvas of my own
private universe
expanding
imagination
pre-occupied with Us
as we are in real time
this Wonder Wall being
Our very own grid filled
in no particular fashion
chaotic flurry of construction
as Rule of Thirds is thrown
out the fucking window
adding to the collage of
experiences to be experienced
as if tree branching outward
towards sustenance of light
daily; it grows a little more
and more
more still
As for the lives
we want to live ...
The Door is open
It only appears shut
when we insist it is not
casting shadows of doubt
across vision boards of
Creation
I have Loved you
ever since vibration's gravity
brought Us together
This eclipse as any other
too shall pass and soon
provided we don't languish
in anguish of individual orbits
keeping alive Our revolutions