I haven't written in months, but managed to churn this out. Right now it's just an idea, or rather, a rough draft. What do you think?
Irreparable
I was an explorer, traversing every realm, from the blades of grass,
Traveling upward on ropes of rays, with cupped hands and squinting eyes.
I held on tight,
made it to heaven at night, and
bathed in every bath of a star,
from the bar of a balcony.
With no fear of falling
I sat upon each crest of wonderment that thought to scratch the sky.
You were the nerve that sorted through matter, the glass which trapped the sun,
And caught the secrets of the universe.
Words were unnecessary,
delicate as the ash of a comet’s tail
That swept against the atmosphere.
It didn’t matter, no need to recount.
The unspeakable was when a synapse fired, flickered, and fell to the earth,
When the roads that lead to you caved in.
You became the unremembered, a temporal plan sitting in your absence;
The flattened one dimensional, epileptic lines drawn by a machine-
A scarred tissue with no burial.
One day I’ll think of you in the stream of things,
Unwittingly, upon the stars and strings, and notes on which we played.
I’ll hold on tight, crouched by the blaring sound of a speaker,
never knowing the number of times upon which you died and rose again,
Or the delicate song in the distance on which you float.
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