Non-terminal

No shards

where one is bound to no place in the first place

all shards

we were clear on that from the beginning

Absence is always sudden to hear your voice

once more more

echo than shrapnel qualia of the forbidden

transforms itself into wounds regenerates

a hydra or lizard tail

touch me

I’m alive again

there isn’t enough time or proximity

for your essence or mine to vanish

we’ll remain

fire and ice who turn to glass

that doesn’t shatter

mercury

if it shatters

Source: Poetry (January 2015)