They've
told me: “further away can move you closer.”
But you’re the farthest you’ve ever been and I
don’t feel closer at all.
Maybe it
just pertains to this mortal plane,
The place
you’ve gone is substantially further— too far.
And why must
I spend every day, thinking about it?
Why can’t I
just move on like they say I should do?
Because
everyone is imaginary,
They’re a
spinning carousel and the colors smudge out.
You can
grasp a horse’s lip here,
A tail, a
rein, some sparkling pearls;
Well the
parts are not the whole by far…
None of it
makes sense until you stand still.
