It was like the ocean receded behind the horizon
when he touched me tonight,
his voice a constant resonance in my mind,
I try to memorize it but hazy memories lose themselves,
like I had been lucid dreaming, wondering of
possibilities that seem impossible to exist.
I find letters and join them to his memory;
it is his name I've forgotten
but there is a certain satisfaction in it:
like I held infinity for a second,
an enlightenment of sorts
of something that felt much beyond than me.
I had declined to have ambrosia.
I confiscate possibilities
in a world where there was nothing more that we see,
a world unlike any other lived in,
where us, Adam and Eve,
you plus me,
in that world, would we be something?
They lay down cards for me
and conjured up magic tricks where they told me,
honey, don't let go and still be,
careful the sword not impale your mystery.
So I drank an ocean of absinthe,
and met him at times with no faculties,
out of intelligence and wits,
like a chimp hand signing to him
that I am a human being.
