He likes you
He listens to you
He loves you
He doesn’t believe in believing
He believes you
He wants you
You think about the same things
That he does

Head spinning tales
Well worded nets ensnare
The body, the planet, yet
Each day another revolution
Of symbols, of people
Running out of definitions

Who occupies your life
Who lives in your mind
That is what isn’t This is what is really
There is where you should be?
How I lost his last letter
Is how I came to be here
Being nothing
Is being