The Space You Begin

Somewhere I end and you begin. Bound by noise, attracted by purity, addicted to the details no one else has found no one will ever look at you the way I do and I don't need no one else to look at me again. I unplug myself from the machine I use to set fire to myself, I'm done burning tonight. I need to plug myself back into you but you're caressing that place on the map that gave you to the world and so I kick back and think of you and light another cigarette and fall some more into my lake of wonder for you that was once a drop, one day an ocean, and you know I don't ever want to see the shore. I swallow and tease my lungs with the idea of filling them with water I hear it's the most pleasurable way to go I don't know whether the idea is to swim or drown I guess you only keep afloat if you need rescuing huh. I become light. The echoes of my alternative realities get softer by the drop they know they can't compete anymore, there is no more temptation left, I have cut myself out and you have cut yourself in. Light becomes me. Somewhere I end, it's the space you begin.