Bang! Pow! Boom!

perfectly sublime combustion,
echoes of previous ignition;
that I could even stomach the differential
is judgement against this sphere.

origins of metaphor,
and sources of experience;
many and tens of many,
none real.

along this diameter of sustenance
where I and they are;
we together are unaware
and inconsiderate of each other.

You are to me simply an implication;
a presumption,
a statistic that is cement;
an observation not requiring a soul.

I
...I,


See your eyes.
and

See myself.
and

Feel warmth.
and

Feel touch.
and

Apologize.

For me.
And everyone.
And me more.