What if that rare feeling of cosmic connection

isn’t as rare as it seems?

What if it’s just a reflection of how few

‘fellow travelers’ we make it a point

to connect with?

What if the resulting loneliness guarantees

an extreme level of depth projection?

Maybe this explains why it’s so incredibly easy

to be completely wrong about the strength

of your tether to that other person

What if bottling the inner ocean

causes others to see us as desert extremes?

What if the indefinite aging of our yearning

convinces ...