In the blackness I prowl around my house, a loop of small town minds through mine. <br />I tried my hand at filmmaking, discovered that Hollywood's a lie. <br />America doesn't mind. She broods discontentment. She makes our ocean widen. <br />But the scalpel of age, it is I who can't make it cut. <br /> <br />If our universes ever collided, this heart of fools gold leaf <br />should disintegrate within its anchorage <br />Just as waves set the sun and ripples begin the blood red skies, stars <br />Shine Brightest before their fall. <br />Into black holes, supermassive alright, with my fermions and bosons, <br />We'll hold on ropes of lanes of gilded lakes of history making and let us not lose this fragile thread of connection <br />to another side of the universe. <br /> <br />Where you would see me lie and as I would <br />whisper Dylan Thomas, Alfred Hitchcock and <br />Aldous Huxley to your plummeting chest <br />with the nights shore lapping at ankles hyperextended <br />and my bloodbleaching fingers fashion motionless, <br />this would be small, <br />in a small world. <br /> <br />Two years, <br />Seven years, <br />Sixteen between us in 13.7 billion <br />seem to be of more consequence. But I have longed for you longer, <br />longer than all life has been on earth, before we started expanding and disappearing in dark matter at such an alarming rate. <br /> <br />I wish for closeness, duvet down of full-force edges and I'll never <br />Ever dream <br />Never scheme <br />Ever think of <br />Letting go.<br /><br />Effie Yalena Steyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-letting-go/
