I can suspend the past
find access
in the multiverse
that reasserts my being
absolute and eternal
the sound of your voice
your presence
the warmth of other human
you with a name
even as a mere promise
what if
there is only a mere promise
nothing to hold on to
even when
I desperately look for it
even more
which I do
illusion of love and belonging
as a saviour from the illusion of pain
and solitude
too fearful to accept
that the cosmos is perfect
clumsily
gravitating towards unconditioned presence
of trepidation