Hanlon's Razor

cold as you remember. 
no light to clutch your skin.

who we are is a simple equation. 
where we've been over how far we've strayed. 

though the numbers are soft. 
the remainders are rigid. 

it's a simple currency. 
flesh for flesh. 
regardless of the weight.

it's a curious debt.
that's rarely repaid. 

warm as you recall. 
the decimal's tender embrace.

as it lets you slip inside a sanctuary
where you don't belong. 

we shape the words. 
we sort the grief.
architects of an impossible choice.

steps away from paradise. 
we destroy the only bridge.