I.
gravity
helps me realize
where exactly
you are.
and newton,
well newton
for all his
hang ups on
the temptations of
eve,
i guess got
it right
first:
what separates me
and you
and the rest of the world
is not
hope or magic
but rather
the pendulum swings of
chance
(arbitrary force)
the oscillations maybe
of a rickety train platform
on which our
footprints
converge, diverge,
and resonate
like naturalized frequencies.
II.
frankly,
i
don't want to talk
about the physics of it all.
i just want to sit
alone,
on the steps of this train
station,
and gently soak in the
clickety clacks
of these intersecting lines.
i
just want to
watch
as their doors open
and close,
and feel the rhythms
of their machinated dance,
and
sort the footsteps
that sift out
according to shape, color,
distance.
III.
as we speak,
i have already begun
to count
how many
stops
still separate
you.
and i.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
I.
gravity
helps me realize
where exactly
you are.
and newton,
well newton
for all his
hang ups on
the temptations of
eve,
i guess got
it right
first:
what separates me
and you
and the rest of the world
is not
hope or magic
but rather
the pendulum swings of
chance
(arbitrary force)
the oscillations maybe
of a rickety train platform
on which our
footprints
converge, diverge,
and resonate
like naturalized frequencies.
II.
frankly,
i
don't want to talk
about the physics of it all.
i just want to sit
alone,
on the steps of this train
station,
and gently soak in the
clickety clacks
of these intersecting lines.
i
just want to
watch
as their doors open
and close,
and feel the rhythms
of their machinated dance,
and
sort the footsteps
that sift out
according to shape, color,
distance.
III.
as we speak,
i have already begun
to count
how many
stops
still separate
you.
and i.
