The unspeakably large
Universe
all the passion
my slight being can hold.
The Bang went, and I,
still unmade,
went along, and there,
in the belly of Forever,
you too.
We are
pinpoints on end,
inconsequential atoms
when alone.
The electrons of these words
are too lazy and soft
to be taken seriously,
but the Universe is dilute
compared to the white Gravity
of my Love.
J. Pratt-Walter
12/31/2014, reworked 11/2017
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