Anti - Gravity Static

Swirling Clouds

circling my Coffee Mug,

Apathy soaks my cells

the smell of new Rain

and Raw tepid earth

somewhere

in the near distance

Some things-a-changing

And I know not

how to stop it

unless I become

Static Gravity.
Stop it.

I have changed

So have You

Oil and Water

separate yet together

in anti - fluidity

so strange yet

uneasily familiar.

Familiar Strangers

yes we are ...

Of a still exist

Me and You

in collisions of

Words;

paragraphs ;

Sentences;

Encircling volatility

like blue bottles trapped

within exhaustive intentions

of dissentive contentions.

How did we get here?

How did we arrive

Ensnared in the certainty

Of your un-belief of Me?

Despite my sustained

belief in an un-You

as only I knew it?

For
when i really began

to believe in Me

My very sanity

became your

strident questioning

and I was hunted

like a common criminal

to polarise it

with my anti -gravity
Static
and spent.

In the

indivisible reality

of momentous realisation
frozen over

the instant

when

you ceased

to believe in

the sanctity of

We.