Are we getting closer
as we are drifting further apart?
Will we touch
when we reach each our corner of eternity?
Most probably we will not
a most beautiful sideeffect
of the acausal
the non-linear
and barbershop pole colored popsicles with cardemon flavor, those
miraculous reminders
of divine humour, anyway
we might be getting closer as we drift further apart
but our hands, baby, our hands shall never meet again.
And our lips, baby, our lips shall never kiss.
