Non-terminal

No shards where one is bound to no place in the first place all shards we were clear on that from the beginning Absence is always sudden to hear your voice once more more echo than shrapnel qualia of the forbidden transforms itself into wounds regenerates a hydra or lizard tail touch me I’m alive again there isn’t enough time or proximity for your essence or mine          to vanish we’ll remain fire and ice who turn to glass that doesn’t shatter mercury if it shatters