I'll meet you in my liminal open 
I don't think the sun will see 
 
Her shadow or the fields that have to 
Reform because she moves too fast 
 
Was your heart rendered in the negative space 
Are you better from her 
 
Has the earth built up to surround you 
Have the trees crackled and buckled for your joints 
 
Does the water bring you 
To a state and dissolve your love 
 
Can you see the top of your head from
Beyond the limits of your roof or walls
 
Can you scratch the surface and 
Tear the intertwining, galactic patterns; 
 
Generational patterns cut through the 
Streamers and papier-mâché boxes and lanterns.