I take it you are alive
I can feel your trepidation
A schrödinger’s dilemma
At this time we are and we are not
There’s no boredom
No anger, resentment
No stricken dream: no
Vile to contaminate our oddness
We are free to imagine
A third time: a beauty
A safety, an honesty
All made up used to create our odd
Need: want: sufferance
Reality is boredom, laughs
Love, hugs, fights, bickering
All inevitable: in a life together: