Laying Bricks

My most fervent, desperate dream resides inside the flame of fusion.
Ever in search of pressure and heat to manifest delusion.
Bucket and weathered oar in hand, still ocean does not displace,
The distance between our islands no amount of effort erase.  

Each attempt at flight has ended in a fiery crash to ground,
Every reactor built to dissolve me, a nuclear meltdown.
The catapult sent flying the entire locked lattice,
The thing about a fractal is that centerless, you miss.

I never could understand you, always with the many lines and sand.
Who can bare horrid singularity, take pride in strength of hand.
Can't wrap my head around your cocksure fondness for your name,
I don't mean to be insulting, but ancient fear is hard to tame.

More abstract than relationships, do not my point reduce,
Break me apart into you or let me have the noose.
I am no collectivist, I hope you can understand,
That what I want is magic, a home without homeland.

So maybe it is time to step away, allow my heart a little stone.
Accept that the closeness I fight for never can be known.
I've yet to find someone who took even half as long to learn,
That unity is a fever dream, and radiation burns.