If you see a hand come across your thinking, trans-dimension, maybe,
it need not be from where we will not understand, just
from a friend whose need to be wanted by your presence,
magically allowed the hand he stretched outward to the darkness;
into that darkness, partially, so extended, thus partially, did,
partially, within your seeing it, suggestively, present was:
the awaiting space that was to enfold the hand, had
already formed, empty of the hand within its midst,
my hand, physically, not really making it, still wanting to, though.
I am always there for you; still could, via Kirk & Scotty,
of the Enterprise, not the actors, here, now grown old;
one, dead, who acted roles as them, for a while, while
they could still represent them, somehow.