fusion

2003-15-10, 12:12 p.m.

this entry, had it been written, might resemble a letter sent in the early 20's. specks of ink on the top corner are all that fills a page, left blank for the vacant stares of its author, and the candle of his room. i could be void of understanding for why my eyes weigh the useless possibilities, like counting the ways that smoke curls and bounds; apart from the expectancy there could be light, or endless fusion.

if the fusion could bind our skin

if the energy could traverse each cell, breaking us and stitching us back together

there could be space, space which knows real touch and contact