and in this way was plasmated

with a sense in which words matter little

being more valuable the direction

the same that this of your shadow absent from my side

destined to ∞

...
the dilated void between my
←open→
arms
...
and the determined tremor of the flame
when it follows my steps and reaches my breath
...

a candle

yours and mine

burns between two mirrors

I won't blow it out, you lit it up!

_{I'm this}