Don’t Hug Me

Bright coals smolder. The fire ring is completed by a bit of basalt. The circle becomes unbroken.

The heat is unbearable, but we must feel it. Sweat forms on our fleshy palms. A crow watches.

Let us dive, past the embers and the earth. Fall into space that is the distance between matter. Become so close that we do not know ends, just continuum.

As the eyes close and tilt back, look for us.

See? A bit of light in a spotless vacuum.

Hold me.