between papers and sheets she smokes and dreams

sometimes i chain smoke just to check if i'm still. Breathing half moon half street light. I am. Captivated by the equinoxes and purgatory. No mans land surrounded by barb wire and telescopic sights. That which we must pass through in the quest for definition. I am obsessed with the ongoing irrevocability of time and thought and space and all things which collide to give meaning. Some questions are meant to remain open ended. I file you down under them.