Seizing Motion

If never spoke a word of my whereabouts, how is it that you found me? Something bigger than the both of us has inhaled your attendance. Now we must work backward from this auspicious moment before the moist walls of a delicate network sneezes us back out into a vast darkness. I must learn of your name quickly. Droplets are already forming in this cavernous space to expel unintentional parties. Bind yourself to me. It may be our fortune to ride the same jewel of mist. Personal histories are very hard to condense. So show me your hurt in exchange for my submission of pleasure. We will reverse the barter until our base of knowledge grows from strangers to a light acquaintance. There is an unsettling vibration that can be felt if you keep still. The clock of our detective work is under pressure. I remember a vine full of blooming colors. Perhaps I am the spore of a clever flower. And though my recall is sweet, I don't want leave this damp place because of you. Now what of your origin? I see an impressions of flies and warm blood. The raised hair of a docile beast. Are you a fleck of dandruff? My world was slow. It contained a domain of rooted things. Unbothered life. You seem to be a traveler from the very start. Stop your communication at once! I am a being of fixity and you mean to show me a thousand environments in one sitting. Which is your home? Do not flood my eye with endless potentiality. Every graph has a point from which to tell a story and read information. You have harmed my understanding with a constellation of glimmering points. The ground is shaking and we have barely cracked this mystery. Hold my hand. I can not loose you in this casual manner. Wherever we land can be the school house of our joint education. You must extend to me and not the other way around. My scale of motion works in seasons, not seconds. You want this union as much as I do, and yet we can not achieve a common plan to remain together. Never will I know excitement and wonderful care as I feel presently. A gust of wind it giving shape to the dew. Don't let it end this way. We were summoned of something greater to a purpose that is eluding the both of us. Whatever peculiar fragment of heaven you have imparted to me will remain in my heart until I can make sense of it. Our serendipitous meeting has inflamed the host of destiny. And just like that we are launch into a convex of dumfoundedness with only a hint of reunion.