”We donate our flesh to the idea” the Sister says. This sentence keeps rummaging inside me. Making my stomage crumple together. It seems so definitely to donate our flesh, my flesh to the idea. But then I tell myself that it is not just an idea. It is a hope,…

Separate in reality The matter is with you You still feel it on your skin You feel it under your Skin It shows The weight of thoughts The energy they store Can memories live forever In the space between us? Does space dillute? Do the memories re-ignite? when the space…