Jul
20
las brujas no existen, pero que las hay
we are all more insubstantial than we feel
over the ether we drift as patterns
neither here nor there
though we are always anchored in reality
ghosted atoms drifting in entropy
no spell can transubstantiate like desire
making firm the flesh and the feeling
but there is no spell to bring me you
what dreams you paint, what images burn
your mark is placed upon my heart
wanting what will not come to be
will not come to me
yet another pattern painted on the ether
fading into the spray of electrons
lost in the heat of growing entropy
