In the dark boathouse

You’re just sitting there

Only the sunlight refraction

Playing over our

Close encounter and contact

High strangeness

And magnetic pulse

The periodic vortex

Of the 4th state of desire

Between light and matter

lluminating the dimensions

Of this relationship

Right angle to right angle

I can’t turn fast enough

To see you

Locked into the dark fabric

As I move you move with me

The force that vibrates the

String          rarefied

Splitting and joining

The place where all points merge

Shifting in frequency

Imaging this true anomaly