Septic Flesh

Fossilized flower I can smell your perfume
covering the distance that
was called into being between us,
from the unexploited accumulation
of different moments
This gift is my inheritance and I honour it
by continuing my journey, in the curve
of the infinite alternating universes.
With anchor the three stable points
that compose your dimensional trap
I can pause and dive in your mortality.
Reality is a rain
drops are falling, are they the same?