carry on

in this current era amongst the stones shrubbery and artifice-deco-influenced inaccessibly high high rises my gaze remains on the border between the top end of the solid world and the lazy dreaming sky beyond their atoms mingle and brush often less than silent occasionally even deadly yet while colliding constantly never actually meeting never really sharing the space which seems inconceivable yet they never actually touch they never allow themselves to believe let alone know that they really are and always have been the exact same thing only the inside and the out forever staring away from one another from the other they depend on existence for assurance forever searching to become their forever empty half entirely and permanently realized and finally fulfilled out here still completely alone a million miles from anything and at long last thoroughly satisfied and yet complete