Close, closer...Closed.

In this case there is nothing more to say.
Open chapters are shut chapters are open.
I write like I dance, meaninglessly
but movingly..
In the way that I am moved, I move.

Music makers, pepsi drinkers, doctors and brewers.
surround me. sound me...
Their opinions.
So loud, word-full, voice-full
Make me full
with emptything and everything.

Only the moonlight,
remembers the nights I hid myself from it.
The sun and the stars too busy being bright,
to retain pictures of my true, shining light.

Make me a moon to remember you by,
a Sun to help me forget.
Thought and un-thought prepared  a belief
from this unplanned, brief romance.
Reservation, recollection
confession...closure
Medication..
Ah! finally a cure.

You are awake in all the spells and casting yourself  asleep
watching as you see ,
smelling your own aromatic flesh.
Self  loves you
Self is selved...
into a hundred little pieces,
of self, salt and  sea.

Where is this torrent leading to?
not at all, that I care.
Gushing?
rippling... a little noisier than despair.

It is in fact a happy place
where self and self collide.
You influence me, you flavour me
you are me?
I don't know.
You decide.