Floating through spacetime
with no goal, nor control
The hypothesis of existence
imploding around us
Searching for a truth,
desiring your beauty
Answers are eluding,
desire is protruding
Where philosophy fails,
truth loses it meaning
Still hopelessly needing,
the sound of you breathing
20.4.08
You beam me up
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