Foreverlong Poem by Boyan Deam

As love changes from one day to another, the matter of a fact..... is that nothing changes, but the act. Acted upon...a couple of words...stranded alone.....once it kicks in...there is no one home. Another's turn.....learned through relation......and the relations we venture called upon.......yet stranded of the ones unknown...provides illusions of a safe space.... place of rest as the other throws upon. Their story....their trace of life....the doorbell of acceptance can trace nothing more than what's under the paper of foreverlong.....and it becomes......the spoon that turns.........in graves and burns ….it.... to this....to now....to what me and you have...labeled as …...How..
These shells we fondle in control...of a remotely missed hallway wall........can only start in one room... walk through the hall...fall upon another... call it the same... playing your own.... do over game. Playing like a tree that may live in a forest....it thrives no one to notice that they all live together...separate at leaves.....but a root that gives.....space for many. Bolted in the ground everlong.....forever strong none need to relate to the next pasture...to each is grown.......to one is own.....to-gather alone......to all is one........foreverlong!