Infinite

in this infinitesimal microcosmic universe, in this very
moment, there is enough energy to feel the heat
radiating off the surface of our skins, quiet like sunlight
but definite like a rainbow. the tv blares in the
background but we don't mind, we are preoccu-
pied in the science of being, of breathing, of existing.
awareness is nothing.

if someone were to write a
song to describe the feeling, he would not find any
words. there is no need to be precise, he will think,
i will let it sink into my bones and together we will
all exist in the same moment and breathe in the same
air. the night is cold, the fire is warm, the time is now.
there is no other, no other thing we like doing better
than just being.