Would that we could hide in the dark together, you and I,
Tangible only to those like us.
Would that I could shield you with galaxies,
Make right the wrongs done against you in form and fate
With avenging adamantine starlight.
Would that, when the ever-present treacherous mists arise
And threaten to swallow me whole,
You could pierce the fog and lead the way home.
We were not made for this world,
Nor it for us.
Only in the quiet, dark nowhere can we truly be,
Free of flesh and mores if only for a moment--
We haunt dreams in more ways than one.
There is solidarity in alterity,
An incomprehensible kinship between finial and fractal in limbo.
Would that the weave of the world were just a little more yielding,
That we may realize the unreal.