The scientists are afraid
to speak in absolutes. They say
the configuration of matter
is one half
of a conversation
we were never supposed
to overhear
over here
between the ghost
and the machine
between the haunted
and the haunting
between who's left
and who is leaving—the details
are fuzzy and all the riper
and juicier for it.
Relationship
has always been a gamble
and a gambler is always
a little unstable
like those invisible bits
arrayed like chips
on the blackjack table which
we think we can read.
We think we can earn luck.
We think—we won
this kitty once
and we believe absolutely
we can win it again.
