I walked out the door
dressed like a Rothko painting
aware only of my breath
your perception and daily raptures
drawn from sleep’s soft embrace.
We hold self-evident this reality:
empathy and awareness are symbiotic.
Creating community by collecting dissent
binaries marked as final frontiers
unstable boundaries defined within all.
I know why it mattered
when I told you no
when you heard that statement
absorbing the impact of my autonomy
how it illuminated conscious desire.
This quest for clarity engenders
interactions as intimate binding agents
expressions of survival’s promising narrative
buried minutia exhumed as elucidation
knowledge that creates rapt perceptions.