When I ask if you would like
to take my hand and guide me
through this non-existent world
you say, though of course,
without a single world
that it would be your
pleasure if only
if only you allowed yourself to be
constrained by such frivilous constructs

The I, that I am
sits (un)necessarily isolated
knowing with absolute certainty
only that I am absolutely alone
without even the assurance
that I possess a heart that is broken.
Only a will, crushed.

Idealism,
I should like to connect
with you even only to tell you
that surely we can be alone
and wise and noble
together
But it seems that
if local is true
we must be
on different planes
So I will simply delude myself
and know that it is
truely you who sits across the room.

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