close as
two molecules
inhabiting the
same cell

distant as the
chasm of
space-time
stretched out
from the Big
Bang to the
Modern Day and
beyond

it is meaningless circumstance
that's stranded us
in tandem
aloft on this rock
adrift in aimless

emptiness

no god presided
over your eternal fate
no endless author
provided the tragedies of
this less than perfect
existence but

all things considered
coincidence consistently lacks
the necessary evidence and
i'm practically convinced
at least
for the moment

that some semblance of
divinity lingers in both
you and i and in
this infinitesimally gargantuan
space between

us