My blood is flowing through your veins right now, little parts of me intermingling in the darkness of your flesh.
Random eccentricities you have now are not truly random: the way you tilt your head; your frowning at random scents; the sudden darting of your thoughts in never before sought directions.
Just close your eyes and dream of me. I am the consciousness you will never know yet have already known down to your bones.
I once stared out
from this cliff face