All they wanted, was to live as gods.
They had built their own worlds
to house their fleeting emotions.
Time and space came only into existence,
when they began to think.
She herself created the lens through which
she experienced the entirety of her life.
His biggest concern was to never actually arrive here.
She was that, which remained, when she
removed all the things, that she was not.
He knew that all it would take
was one breath at a time.
The seedlings she had nurtured would
turn entire worlds upside down.
His own carefully orchestrated illusion
was a comfort for his tired eyes.
She was about to let go of her idea
of the singularity of the body as one thing.
Every day she forced her reality
to fit the model of the divided self.
She lingered within the laboratory
of her own consciousness.