supposition

i found you in theory
two interlocking
yet one breathing
a connection of mere meaning
we find truth in our desires
lighting fires in puddles of gasoline

i extend into symmetry
wading between versions of myself
depictions of who i want to be
grasping reality of who i am

we burn rubber in chaos
a darkened toxicity
dancing in a blanket of electricity
i find myself in water
bleeding and drowning in terms of chaos

we make motions from phases
interlocking reality like a scheduled movie
i transcend into heaven
voiding my truth
pulling books from shelves in a tampered mind

we echo in reruns
flickering frames on stained reels
i name the silence between us
do we call it divine

thoughts melt into thunder
language loses its shape
it becomes
a ritual of glances
a theology of almost

i sip from the static
to taste memory
fractured vices
yet familiar longing

even in unraveling
we are script and screen
ink and impulse
never fully written
yet always belonging

words by dominic riccitello

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