Zenith and I

we are frozen constant 

at moments where

i leave as he enters and

he sleeps when i wake, chasing a nonstop;

we never flip the pages at equal pace for he is 

forever verso when i am

recto; but oddity works sometimes like when

he reminds me of our

pasttimes and i 

whisper tales of our future.

i have multiple conversations

with the sky, i like to lie down

bare like sacrifice

with a wont to wait on lightning bolts

while he would grasp tight on umbrella handles, 

busy averting his eyes to

counting the number of grass he might have trodden on.

zenith & i.

nadir & him. - he is always staring down

and we can't help but see

things differently for i always

face the back of his

head as he runs forward searching for

me; a vagary 

i sometimes wished he never knew.