illusion is of the essence
so why (not)
disappear
in the desire to leap
forward/across/back
through the smallest spaces
out into any Other
just to keep finding yourself somewhere that's not you;
all the while swearing your name over the unknown,
hoping to stop hoping,
staving off any kind of imminence
out of dread for the lack it ensues
and the prospect of being delivered from your most intimate hypocrisy?
if we're already saved, how come we need to trust it?
perhaps soon we'll have no choice but to love one another.
