While floating in this weightless state

My meditative hum whispers…[{“Give no weight.”}}}}}}}}}}}}   

Just another discourseful axiom I accept, 

For to ‘not’ would give in to its fucked up density.

But I know (for me – at least?) every interaction 

Is a complicated fight – A goddamed battle! 

Goddamed battle upon battle in a silly little endless

War. Weight against weight against weight against weight…

And when you’re writing about the emotional physics

Of capturing emptiness, one must (I hope) 

Acknowledge the inherent meaninglessness of distance. 

I am washed in solace knowing your virus 

Is confined to your self-de(con)fined space.