What you do is not freedom
But diluted perfection
Particles of fulfillment
Floating in a plasma of stagnation
I rescue myself from the drown
Wishing I was one of those particles
For a brief glimpse of you
For one moment as your completing element
But there is no chemistry
But there is no physics
Only an equation where I do not exist
But anyway,
I'd make it all spill over
Because you know,
I don't want to be a particle
I want to be the plasma.
Stagnating,
Being your permanence.
