Never Arriving

Never arriving

No common goal

Just connecting flesh in the night

Eliminate edges

With wonder

For the sake of becoming light

There is no sharpness

No leaving

Nor coming into anything

Dopamine rushes

Blood gushes

From our veins that kept you wanting

Never arriving

No crying

Just lifting your chest to the sky

Part of the answering

A blue screen

Forms things with which you align

There is no sharpness

No cutting

No anger under its breath

Just an unraveling

A traveling

Into a slow, wandering death