entanglement

​I bathed in your voice,
pondering, experiential,
bound to be skeptical,
to say "I don't know,"
yet consciousness
persists, it precedes
us in all this, like
a comment on
a comment on
a post, swimming
in so many hearts,
but convictions change
and really feeling is
an obvious, integral
part of this realm
torn open by death,
yet connected to it,
and this choice is
where I meet you,
emergent, aligned
in this finding
or something like it.