Macrocosm

I address the darkness of the soul

I know you well, your every shadow

I live within your alcoves, your black holes

Who draw in all that surrounds them

And expel nothing, I wonder

What might exist outside your borders

Chance a date with the stars distant

Those strong enough to provide resistance

To your hungry depths, those who expose

The heavens, for the infinite spaces between us

That they have become, I seek not the peace of solitude

But the chaos of love, where all its forms address

The burning in my chest, the turning of these worlds

Of dead weight, 'til life springs forth upon

Their dusty palates, I can taste you in those burgeoning moments

In the melting ice of our poles, the spinning of our straw hopes

Into gold, I approach the heat of your years

With the beating in my chest, the violence that storms my surfaces

In response to your question, I am not dead yet

As the soul spans all existence, so too can I taste

The molecules of your breath, the expectant whisper

Against my neck, the collection of expulsions that erupt

When our electrons cross path

I address the darkness of your soul

I know you well, your every shadow

I live within you, around you

And everywhere you've dreamt

Into existence

In response to your dissertation

On the meaning of our existence

The reason we keep living

Come close, feel the warmth

That emanates from every movement

We are not dead yet.