cloaking themselves in
the fabric of time,
my thoughts weave patterns
until I’m left an empty stomach and
a sunken set of eyes.
Even so, I can clearly see
the two of us as we work
towards an existence unknown;
towards expanded imaginations and
we might never need average the score,
our means forever apparent and crudely bound–
their strong spines proudly tattooed,
their titles written across their flesh.