YOU ARE a series of numbers, we all are.

that has been said before and by too many.
I am not, but I was once. only numbers, and only 1.
but now, no longer numbers, only a heart beating back and forth
back and forth from you and to you.
and we are no longer numbers, but
if they were to count us, we would equal one. all of our numbers
turned to flesh and bone. crackling and flowing viscous
from here to home and back again.
i run to you, but now on a treadmill.
and you're there too. my destination sleeps by my side.
and ours is in the clouds, a thousand miles off.

and now there is no longer planning
hoping
wishing
wanting.
there is only living. and what a living there is.



in the black room, the light
watch the seabird fall
real love it finds you somewhere
with your back to it
Beach House/real love