In a hearbeat.

Through a space devoid of light, through a silence thick as fog

and a chasm that in memories and years expands as far 

as the distance between these words and each breath you draw tonight, 

I reach you. 

Without words to use as constructs for the rush and force of instinct

that the blood inside me tries to pump out of my conscious mind,

I send you a simple message, without form and without structure,

that I know will get there faster than even the speed of light. 

For it is my sheer conviction

in that pure reflexive property of love that I believe in, that makes me not hope but *know* 

that this wordless, formless message reaches you before it leaves me every instant I exist. 

And no matter how I try to sit here feeling like an ape, 

trying to explain the process by which we communicate, 

only you and I know the level of approximation I can reach with prose and wit, 

and how though a valiant effort, 

it’s not even in close quarters to the truth that springs forthwith. 

From your mind to mine and sparked from my skin to yours,

a reality is born unlike the harsh crude surface of a world in flames, 

a construct built on the better pieces of myself, 

resonating within you in a beautiful symphony that could drown the noise of doubt 

and end the disquiet in my soul I once thought to be inherent.

Such is the lesson I’ve learned from looking at the surface of your calm blue sea.

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[kyle]

xo