Closing Distance

What is WolfCast?

Literary performance, essays, and spoken-word confessions from an author known only as Woolfinius Jackson Whürl. A voice from the Dust Meridian, reading the pages he never meant to send.

Closing Distance

> The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you.

Love the memory of you
The thought of you
The imagined pressure

Sound of a voice
Like a sparkling brook

The quiet sounds
Of a presence unseen

I exist this morning
In two realities

The light grows brighter
And brighter in two worlds

There you are, picture of
Grace and poise

Vibrating edge of control
From copper tips and up

Those ivory stems
And the secret garden

That tingles at the sense
Of this spectral visitor

And that fingerprint of God
Reminding you that you came

From love
Just like all of us did

And the rosy left with two
copper coins, life and pleasure,

A brand adored and
In want of oiling and flipping.

The silver crown beset with
Amber gems and plum perfection.

In this elastic reality
You move across galaxies.

Distance beyond measure
And tears of loss.

But as the room’s dim haze
Begins to shift from blue to yellow

It closes, the distance, and I pull
You from your reality to mine

Where I suddenly feel your heat
And smell the presence of

A love so strong that
Neither lifetime

Nor oceans can
Temper

Its power.
But only

Sharpen the
Intensity