Immortal, incomparable br Inconceivable to many, this truth: br As the stars washed up on br painful shores, night falls. br Melancholy leaks into br gaping eyes, held open by br this conditional br nature of our friendship, timed to br the minute. Release br me in dreams conjugated with br fists, balled and longing for sweetness br and flesh and romance and hope br and a win. br You do not make it easy. br Flying and falling with apparent displeasure br at this path I chose to deftly tread. br It's leading me astray. br Apparent to no one, this sinuous route br takes me onwards and upwards and possibly br downwards, into this dead end life I did not want. br What do I want? br I think, I hypothesise, theorise, postulate br create this notion: br I think I want you.