Surrealistic Longing Wish myself to death immersed under cold waters, sinking with the loved's desire for a tangible hope. Reason and warm bodies above, agape at the intransient solitude, staring back perplexed. Why should cause seperate us? Time and space so subjective as well, why should we know, and not touch? I'd shriek to the heavens but sound requires air. Call to you, but you wouldn't hear. You silent Gods. Death opens ears but then too late We, so many strangers, aware, still wait.
