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.