Musings

In physics, the two-body problem is a matter of calculating the paths of objects in orbit around each other.

The trick the horizon plays, magnifying the setting moon

Such is the intimacy of epic space

the incredible lack of evolutionary evidence for flowers suddenly appearing.

Momentarily caught in vases on tables, the sad reminder of those who have gone

to catch glimpse of solidity in the sand whipped streets, veiled

to dare the oppressor with desperate letters of escaping hope

A solitary tear stalling along the apex of a still smooth face

Is the birth place of existence in barely contained salinity

Thus the translucence of skin at the gates of existence,

We span a life slowly losing everything we gain to survive...

finding each other

so we might fit through the door we were born to walk through