Figments

Figments Everytime Everywhere Every man All at once Everytime Everywhere Every woman all at once Everytime Everywhere All the children All at once Everytime Everywhere All of us All at once I want to see your reality, not just a picture of you. Instead I feed my insanity I keep messaging you. From figments of me I’m building a fantasy, I compare your reality to figments of lunacy. How could you ever live up? How could you ever live up to that? Whatever is this reality? How is it anywhere but now? Now there is only infinity. Now there’s the sweat on your brow. Right there in my memory the past is a fantasy, a figment I want you to be, a quiet wish of intimacy. How could that ever be real? How can that be what I feel for you?