This existence is
a cave
caged in unknowing.
My consciousness
and yours- two
primitives
figuring out
the aesthetics
of everythingness.
You rub
your words
against mine,
a fire
is borne
out of stone.
editors note:
And, thusly, we rock on… (We welcome Nikita to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay