faking it

I pretend 

to be my friend.

She is deliberate 

and effective.

I imagine I am her.

I deepen and focus.

We're together in a garden.

She blindfolds me. 

She spins me around.

Now I'm groping in the darkness for her, smiling, 

sensing my soul.

Close to the flow. 

It's so quiet I realize

my life is behind me. 

Not over, but out of sight.

Like a compass

with a mystery direction.

I trustfall in that direction,

backwards into the lazy river 

of my powerful vision

and ride along peacefully

until I forget.