Distance and time
are nothing more
than shards of
glass ripping through
the flesh of
my bruised soul

Instead, let us rake
the coles until
they glow fire orange-red,
running over them
with maniacal laughter.

Distance and time is an illusion.
Let’s, me and you, jump on bikes.
Let’s pedal so hard, rocketing off and into
the Milky Way, absolutely obliterating
our Ego in the process