Underwater Dandelion

I'm a nihilist. But you bring meaning. I am a facist. But you bring calm. The bells sound, and the water splashed, pathways were formed and reformed. Conciousness upon conciousness overlapping, submerging, ascending and ceasing. That twinkle in your eye, that sounds the alarm. Something more, but something so much less.

You can push, and I can pull. You sew, and I'll tear. If a cellar door lays open, if dust dances on the dawn, then we'll go. Limitless, boundless, ceasless, and irresponsible. Absorb the beauty, let your clothes drip in abundance, your tongue taste the smells, your eyes hear the sounds.

We were lost at sea, a ship already sunk, covered by the past. An innovation of our own devices. When words can't contain a meaning, when an airwave can't vibrate, and sights can't be seen. You will know, I will know. Discover, journey, age, and live. We won't wring the world, it will wring us. Dive deeper, take me there. Show me the face. You are my map, you are my treasure. X only marks the spot. We mark the world.

Let them dance.