Hermes's headlights breast the horizon
and we stand side-by-side, casting shadows
across the River Stix, black and etched asphalt,
a thousand graffiti souls steaming on the surface.
Clutching my thin frame to her own, we shiver
as the roar of the dying world echoes in the
void of three-in-the-morning darkness.
Windows and streetlights blink out, sensing our
haunt. The night is windless, and I can taste
reality on my tongue.
Between our fingers, energy blooms and
we light a thousand stars afire, breaking marvels
out of stone, shaping marble into Rome -
We are isotopes, isotones, interchangeable:
odorless and colorless, cyanide on the tip of
oregano smokes. Isosceles, we tower,
tongues together, chemistry catalysts with a
finger to the trigger of the world.
"We matter."
I'll let you believe in a God tonight,
for I wish your mortal eyes aware.
