IV. The Nature of Dark Energy [liminality poem]

it is neither [dusk nor dawn],

and [i] want to wake where [you] sleep.

in the [east],

the luster of the [sun] lies languidly in shredded ribbons against the [horizon].

the [west] possesses

the cold silhouettes of [yesterday].

[we] exist in a twilight hour,

zoetic in a bed of white [silence].

i want to hide the [steel],

the cold clocks of mechanics,

to let memories make marks

I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII

somewhere on a street, i will meet [you] in a city full of numbers and we will count: zero, one, two …

i hear the church bells [ring ring ring]

in the distance, the hour diminishes.

over

time

we will become [light] and [matter]

close your [eyes]

right now we [travel]

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