of the strong
and weak forces
which have carried
the light (if not
the word) forward—
those sticky
invisible prefixes
to oceans; then
land bridges, city states,
world wars, and
gas shortages;
and finally, the
galaxy of dense fiber-
optics
which has criss-
crossed the cold-
shoulder 21st century—
that I should be
nothing but the voice
in your mind
who speaks to you
as you while you read
down these lines. Yet,
for all of that
progress, we
still cannot talk
about where we'll end
up together, or how
we're combined
without spilling all
the milk inside
the universe's circuit board,
and, faster than light
can move, splitting
back in two.
