"I am nothing...
but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.
I walked around as you do,
investigating the endless star...
...and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
- Pablo Neruda
Oh, certain people from the past are picking the wrong time to be cute. You may have thought you “dodged a bullet” but I know I dodged a freight train strapped to a hurricane. Honestly, I didn’t know there was something that was the opposite of a Muse until I met you. So, you always wanted a poem, it’s on its way. I just hope your dodging skills are still sharp because there will be (metaphorical) shots fired and honey, this is the Matrix, and I’m happy to say, you’re not the one. ►http://bit.ly/2cHNraW ♥ http://bekonstant.com/