absorbtion method

between forefinger and thumb there is a small space of possibility. held up to the light it reveals the infinite more clearly than the oceans or stars.

the origami of fate is unfathomable. lines folding into eachother like ancient lovers; an intimate familiarty born of paitence and compassion. i can't articulate what is at the point where skin ends and dreaming begins.

i awake and find a small vessel at the nape of my neck. something to sip from and voyage upon. we are led in directions that lack familiar sights but somehow smell like home.

confined to osmosis
we are able to become
everything