the end of appendages spill a bittersweet fluid
they claw at the divided, broken up darkness
trickling its fluid upon the emptiness of the in-between
a space that exists between a split
of the pale blue atmosphere
and the colorless belly below
with eager anticipation 
the body waits for an emergence of the merge 
with all of its grandeur
yet the crawl continues
along those infinite lines 
as they deceptively guide the body to nowhere
never an end in sight
can it be heard?
the lobes push against the darkness
tender
heavy and warm
in search of the intimate voices of guidance towards inevitable
but only abrasion and misdirection
contest the space against
gentleness and understanding
the splatter of reason and it's 
passionate kiss with disillusionment
bittersweet 
fluids mix
bittersweet 
confusion
the sweet taste of the bitter fruit