Doesn't it all Feel a bit like A semantic dance¿ A waltz Entertained By the partners, we seek¿ How strange it is to Simply Speak. In spaces, we've come into And on To the echo, it leaves Behind. I remember Such a long distance Between You. and I. Though our faces touched And your breath Became my atmosphere. Your sound was like A static radio Broadcasting the same instinctual vibration With frequencies Only shared with others Like you Or with those likely waiting for the bend. I hope that tomorrow The fault lines beneath us Become fixed In their place. And this air Thick And absolute Reaches its fullest expanse And Falls Into The hollows.