and darkness is one.
 one was first but the smallest piece
 of
 it
 all.

two was perfect
 but if I see,
 I am aware.

three.
 god is not apart
 as I can.

four.
 nothing conquers
 as they are far away,
 now.

I love you.
 nothing grows, I thought
 whether I beg,
 and a flow so pretty
 can exist alone,
 again.

so what.
 a bee-line to sightless,
 or
 darkness;
 who begins,
 and who starts
 as it was dim
 or dark
 again.

I fucking love you,
 and there embraces a thought:

how perfect I saw in you,
 how it doesn't matter I hurt
 as it starts with darkness;
 remember?
 I was
 one.