91616 ((-))

91616 .. 91616 .. 91616 the odometer reads, and forces me
to wonder what yours, a thousand miles away and under the
furthest star from me, reads. A hundred miles, five hundred,
thousands measured in not as tens but thousands, each inch, each
millimeter, representing not another twist of the knife, not another
falling of the axe of the headsman, no - each pathetic and
small increment not any violent or murderous thing, no -
each increment nothing more than that - the shortest measure
of quantifiable distance,
that singular roll of the tire on your journey,
and it is enough, enough to destroy the ego, enough to crush
this psychii, enough to damn this mortal to wandering forever.
Each brief spin of that axle, each inch further and further away,
another inch and increment and spin is stretched, not to the
breaking point, no, as my heart is elastic and refuses mere distance to
be destroyed, no -
Each breadth of an atom, spin of the axle, uptick of the
odometer, each increment of variable quantity,
am eternity away I feel my solace and my love,
my dream of a white-sheet embrace, fell further and further
away, further towards the void of the furthest star, that
star that permits the lack of reciprococity, further and further
into it. I'd journey there for you into that depth, but
the only possibility is your return.