He is the illusion of inseparable distance
While I am the illusion of infinite time.
Together, our minds reason and perceive,
Reacting to each other's infinite thoughts
If he were to discreate the reality of space
And I put a halt to the wind of every tic
Oh, what place would we encounter out of time?
Perhaps, the center of the fiery Earth;
We would boil with passion, feeling the world's warmth?
Maybe, up in the threshold of the highest cloud
To lie inside and pretend the world is not below?
Or land upon the night's gazing eye above;
And sit within the cosmos of shooting stars?
It would be in our identity to feel everything absolute
Forming our hearts into beings of the impossible
This but remains a feeling of desire to be near
If I were next to him and he were next to me
We would reach into the sole of our existence
