Marlose

why do I still think about you?
as if you and I
we
us
in me
happened for a reason
in this no place
at this no time
Is this Virtual Now
going to last for ever to hunt me?
become
another Machiavellian mechanism of broken universe
or secret word of divine agency to heal it
constant flow of energy to prevent skies
from falling into entropy of blind chance
or anticipated design
of unpredictable love
from beyond comprehension
I was given for this simple life
to exercise
or mercilessly kill
angelic patience and dreams of mine