Five Kay

Through her Iris that forms in my consciousness
like a mirror I see
the ire
the event horizon that tears at fluctuations of forces undeniable
the isolative sigularity that says:

"don't come a step closer"

But on the outskirts
there I dance barefoot in rough paved art
...

while the ceremonies occur
I silently sit next to her - remembering the flame from her eyes
this memory I hold as a wish just to have touched her shoulder
cause I'd have won the race if it was just me & her...

my goal is to conquer
for really what else mattered that day?