there is no fidelity
save for the immediately local
and physical,
those easily-policed, -enforced
spaces of the shallowed senses:
touch, speech, sight, taste, smell and sound.

yet, constant witness, time or co-dependence, matter not

for

the mind,
the heart,
the soul
will betray the oath, break the bond, abandon the vow

in the sensual depths of thought, memory and dream

every fucking day.