Green grey open.
Funnel of time.
I had a handle for a few weeks.
Now we melt into surreal.
Now we melt into each other.
Were we ever not?
Its funny when the things we create get let go.
Its funny when core truths stand like stone.
Sometimes I feel my eternal reality.
It makes death look weak, perhaps John Donne style.
We are connected in some way.
(words and images are original.)