Embody - Notes From the Void

Why, life is a copper line.

Time has cadence, the rise and fall,

The modulation of interest and indifference

In your everyday.

Do you think the only way to live a meaningful life is for everyone to love you, everyone to remember you?

The truth is it is the exchange

That gets us by.

My name slipping through your lips

makes me want to be the flesh of your tongue.

The solemn reminders of me scattered around the house

Makes me want to inhabit inanimate objects to feel like I exist

Your heavy sheets shrouding your sleeping form

Is the cave I burrow under to touch my tendrils to your skin

With an impatient immediacy.

The only way to feel my presence

Is when I send you nice dreams;

Fantasies about adventures with sirens,

Mermaids who feast with blood boiling grins,

Comic betrayal and hilarity on mutinous nights in the middle

of oblivion, I live vicariously through you.

You always say my name

At the start of each prayer like it is a question

And I want the answer.

Through this copper line that is humming

And strained with the weight of your words,

Reaching up from the depths of the damp earth,

I want the answer.

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