superpositions.
mirrors.
everything falls.
the glitchy jitter of my heart,
the kneel of the one beside,
the silent sobs of the other,
on the winter i confide.
love, cold silence,
in this poem without meaning,
with meaning…
the start of other lives,
the origin of intertwines.
hope,
in the end of another constructed world.
who am i writing for i ask?
in this pavillion again.
as a still coldness embraces me here,
my sins remain, in the end.