your gaze, the more
it becomes clear
that the universe behaves
like a simple equation
in which the terms
on either side are mirror
images of each other.
Perhaps this is why
you and I can exist
on opposite sides
of a sagital plane,
yet still dream
the same dreams;
still laugh
at the same memes;
still remain, at all times,
so perfectly in sync.
Because ours,
like all systems,
is a complex operation—
a galactic
combination-factory-
floor-and-call-center.
Or wait—now,
it's a starved dog
jonesing for bones,
excitedly pulling
in all directions at once.
Which, of course,
is another way of saying
going nowhere.
