Non-Local Kairos

Jan 21, 2025
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Younger than knowing the odds

I used to press my hand against the wall and will

They say

That there is more space between

The atoms of this world

Insubstance

Just a matter of time and patience

Too small to know infinity as anything other

than imminent

intransigent love

Forgotten, not made

You touched my hand and

Thoughtless Eros

Collapsed the space entire

Til all my here's are finding you

Have already left

Or yet to arrive

Always everywhere

Fingers laced in sympathetic benediction that

All the arcs of time would bend forever

Towards a then and now

All horizons are shuva

Forever hello again

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