locked up
inside me, so there
must be—at least one
knocking around
knocking around
in you
too. That must be why
too. That must be why
it feels so profound-
ly businesslike
whenever we
come together—
those little stings
those little stings
are just billions
of hapless little
individual
individual
planets getting annihilated,
all for the
designless
all for the
designless
inevitable
sake
sake
of some invisible force's compulsion
to merge—and thereby
to always
make more of itself. But why?
I'm starting to
think—
think—
so that eventually,
it'll never
have to say goodbye,
only—see you
only—see you
later.