with the means
to travel everywhere,
and I found nothing anywhere—
would I not still
have succeeded?
Would I not always be lauded
and remembered
for allowing
here and there
to finally coincide?
*
How about this
for a fantasy?—
You play the intergalactically
famous conductor
of the Quantum
Mechanical Choir and its
Relativity Orchestra,
and I'll be
the one-man crowd
of dark matter
who does not
applaud—but still pushes
for an encore.
*
Once again, our
experts are astounded
to find—
the what
and the how
are at odds with each other;
the more sincere
we sound
when elucidating one
the more desperate
we become
to convince one another.
