Is it possible to fall in love with probabilities,
To fall in love with a soul that’s a maybe,
To fall in love with intangible realities.
Then why is it that I have fallen
For the just barely.
Keep resonating inside
Archaic echoes of concentric conceptions
Of discomforting dazes in ecstasies
Where eyes of a deranged criminal cackled
Then cracked in crippling dins of
Dined vehement emanations.
Integrations of cyclical motions
Deduced as fragments of
With her nonexistent voice,
Within exceeded pain thresholds
In jolts of crumbling lulls.