by Donald Kuspit
let us imagine
that we’re unimaginable,
mirages meeting
in myth,
uplifted by enigma
into the night sky
of memory,
then our love will be boundless
because fleshless,
then we will be constellations
as luminous as gods.
no longer in need of fate
to meet,
we will last as long as they do.
we will forget
the fickleness of feeling,
we will no longer
need theories
to rationalize our trust,
our senses
will speak the truth
of our togetherness
even when our bodies
are separate.
intimacy will suspend death
when our love
is consummated
in our unconscious.
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