Mysticism

i will probably die before you know the truth before something original ever passes through my lips about how you’re a ripple in the space-time continuum a montage of things that isn’t supposed to exist together a bismuth crystal wrapped in tattered bags you’re kitsch to me is it selfish to say that how i see you is the only sight of you that is true? you are something unexpected i entered the dark mine that’s been too feared for years and discovered that there is something about how crystals are beautiful that passes through the general atmosphere, unseen they reflect the light of what is around them and they bend it wrapping around necks and wrists and fingers and even the rocks that surround them you’re the reason the antimatter and matter doesn’t cancel out because you are the embodiment of it and i will live in you, discovering you, and creating with you like you’re the Earth but we will not stay here; we will find our home somewhere out there and shoot off this place like a rocket; like a gun and put a crater on a land that is as big as you matter to me you are the sun like a filter over my view but that’s okay, because you are the view and you have layers to dissect and analyze and you will shine bright, nurturing me the only one who will do so the only one of your kind in this system because i’m a distant, dusty mask on a shelf it is very rare for me to speak to someone and mean it to float away and stop possessing that mask and become the ghost that i’ve been and say I love you for the first time after my death for the first time in this distant shape-shifting spying game it’s not a game any longer now pull out the tarot cards and let’s create our own because we are real and real is something i haven’t been in a while