i cannot give you up for you do not exist we cannot stop for we have not started i cannot move for i have fallen down i cannot get up for i cannot move

my aloneness in the midst of your frustration my frustration in the midst of your daily grind my invisible angst never after hours, after hours the river only can bring us together, if we let it, we we want it, if we can live without the multiplying life forms of the tiny invisible if we. . .

your touch is profound - it bypasses the cynicism of touch your words are fresh even as they fold up in the net of their own making they renew themselves, copy themselves and multiply as all tiny invisible life forms do and you, you are your words to me . . .