Gripping the neck
of cold glass, arm stretched out.
Kaleidoscope of faces, grinning, laughing,
swimming past me.

Intimate
Close together, nothing
matters.

I have no body,
abstract pain, only soul
Only our spirits feel, yet bodies
packed tight, inhibitions gone.

Black sky pours, washing away.
Bare-footed stumbling,
No up or down, all is one.


Confusion is bliss, yet wet
concrete draws me closer,
Draws us forward, to grasp, to look
and laugh.



No world, only rain,
And only our void