There’s an ongoing conversation.
Our inner infinity tries to cross the threshold of our bodies,
To converse, and perhaps, become one with the outer infinite — our universe.
Spirits unseen continue to commune past our sense of perception
All of this — and more — continue to happen. Even as we speak.
And yet, despite that timely revelation,
The world still has people arrogant enough to think I’ll lose sleep over them.
Even as my inner frequencies keep me infinitely occupied.
Think of it this way:
For you, or anyone else to be that important
Would require being infinitely interesting
And that, dear dove, is a masochistically large role to fill.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Kuvshinov-Ilya