Seperation

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb
of my broken heart,
how did I discern immortal you
from all these demarcated parts
of impermanent spatters,
in every corroding
and rekindling matter,

from this decaying world
putrefying and bursting
into
shatters?

How could I ever braid immortality,
from these loose end finalities,

from the wraps of ends
and the woofs of starts?

How can I still live you my love,
now
that from one another,
in the different paths
we are this far
apart?