The only thing I know about where we're going is that we're going there together. & aside from space and waste and life's blind fury-- I know we'll get there.
When, I don't know. Don't really care. Isn't time irrelevant, isn't it lose around its edges?
Don't we move between seams and hems and zippers?
One thread tug, one sheer slice, one empty escape.
I am yours.
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