David Kowalczyk - Sinking

Oh, this insufficient world,
choked by purpose and sensibility,
by the meticulous dreams
of mathematicians!


I lift my eyes to yours.
My mind sails among the stars.


Your words light my destiny.
Your touch rekindles my dreams.
Your kiss is the reason for my breath.


Yet we remain two,
fated never to become one.
A fate as clear and cold
as trigonometry.


Two wayward children
of the abyss, two worlds
sinking with rot and apprehension,
two ruined moons.

David Kowalczyk

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