Until it is only us

Not in particles or mental thoughts,

in particle intervals or fiber optics,

in material or cosmic ethereal.

In the life between pulsars,

in the fracture of glass skies,

in the slow collapse of distant suns.

Arrival not as presence,

but born from a photon

the curve of all things unseen,

Light gathers into breath,

breath gathers into silence,

silence gathers into you.

No map, no clear integer

only the pull of becoming,

the gravity of the Siren

The universe tightens

Breaths in rhythm

Eyes in a phase

Until it is only us.

Beyond time

Just you, all mine