Oh I thought
you were gone,
but then I solved
the algebra in the
unconscious memory
of the stars and
I heard you breathing
in and out. I can’t
bear leave taking
of your single soul;
if you are a cosmos
fast asleep, imagine
the ferocious eternity
blinding me. Imagine
me following every
stream, every worshiper
on his knees or
accelerating at abnormal
speed at CERN until
we appear in reality.
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