A Corny World

pins of light

When you say that it’s finally time
for us to meet for real,
I realise that time can be a wet blanket.

I ask you why make up
another world when we have
this one almost right,

This is a strange, pin-lighted
world, as if we were
stargazers in a planetarium,

the pitch-dark blindfolds us,
while we string silvery sentences,
on a chaise-longue of imagination,

this is a world based on transitory
dates, a world that solely
survives on the fear of its unmaking,

everything we say and share now
will travel light-years,
through the bleak spaces of faith,

let us remain trapped here, my love,
in an indefinite loop of time,
while pin-lights beam around us.

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