Like the length of Planck’s fragments.
Everything else is variable
Dependent on the presence of another,
As this glove suggests a hand
And moon demands a rising sun.
We live in this realm of vulnerability,
Always propped up by the other,
Triangles formed from sticks leaning together
That the winds might blow down.
Relational being is hauntingly fragile,
Artifacts of ever contingent possibility.
So we assume the worst,
Straining to form connections
When we’re already woven together.
We try so hard.
We can never be sure.
I refuse to be calculated
Nor reduced to an equation
For I am a function of my own actions.
Love on the other hand
Isn’t the ether that Einstein dispatched.
Love is the quantum that
Moves through the void
Which is the emptiness
Pressed in the shape of your form
In the hollow of our mattress
That proves that here I belong.
This is our assured fate:
When you’re not here
I’ll be out in the rain
So you can't tell I’ve been crying.
When you’re home
I race the rising sun
To beat the morning rays.
I whisper your name before
The dawn chorus starts.
Pay attention now, listen:
My voice travels at the speed of sound
And when you open your eyes,
The first thing you see
Is me, reaching for you,
At the speed of light.
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