Empire Of The Senseless

There is life beside me. I am enslaved to the possibility of living. Bright blue is beginning to turn me on again. Like your bright toes glowed, rolling around on those chairs, slippery little buggers. I slipped and fell right into your sticky lap. Sticky goofy child eyes stuck to those gorgeous Persian thighs like that super stuff that never lets go. Then you let go. I don’t care. I’m not scared. When I’m pushed to my limits and all I want to do is give in, I feel. I am never-ending. Where I end is only the next breath I take. It’s easy. I am being breathed. If I think of breathing it holds me accountable to a certain rhythm. If I time the possibilities, I begin to imagine the impossible.              ‘Babe!’ She screams from the sea. I can’t see her, but she never seems to mind much. ‘Will you swim with me?’ she pleads. I cannot maintain the weight of my flesh when she calls for me. It bounces off the red mountains and skips around. When I’m chasing her, there is only one direction I can run and I’m always