Space

We rush along and over there they move quickly up and over the bay like blood cells carrying something forward toward that mad vertical city. But we go under, in the dark, where the water comes rushing in. How fast does it happen? I guess it depends on the size of the hole and you, waiting for me, waiting as I move swiftly forward, move still, bearing forward, ever forward towards that place between moments, between tears, there is nothing

Where do you wait for me? Is it somehow tomorrow in the sand on the beach? Surrounded by bonfires, but you stand alone in the dark, looking out to sea, cold and damp.

I listened then, I remembered. You gave me tokens, hints, maps. We stumbled forward, we fell from the burning map of changing lines and space, we continued ever forward chasing, slowly and more slowly, the freezing point, we jerked along, uneven and rotten, uneven and haggard, we tripped, we tripped again and it became harder to rise.

Blood oozing, not flowing. We lay in the crook of arms, resting. We turn over and those eyelids float shut. We sink into dust.

What is a star? What is darkness? Where does it go?