Your glove feels empty in my hand
like the universe
most scientists say that substance cannot just disappear
but through empirical evidence, I can tell you that it does
I am small
quantum mechanics and life do not adhere
to the rules of cause and effect
As we fall from the rooftop in different directions
my observation alters
the outcome of our destination
at the edge of the supermassive black hole of desire
I am stretched onto infinity
elongated deeper and deeper into the eternity of one
memory
I drag the cosmos and all light
within
and preserve them in the dark amber of singularity
a moment where our eyes touch and my hand shakes
the cold seeps into our anticipation
and I help you warm your fingers
so you can hold mine
it is from this point that everything breaks down
and time expands
I am every night every word every insubstantial breath
in an instant
reality collapses
while I become every constellation
parallel to your dreams
but when you try to count the stars
they will become raindrops
the percussive resonance of causality
against your window
and you will wonder how
gravity is the weakest fundamental force
when objects are so invariably attracted to each other
and why it becomes so cold at terminal velocity
if it’s the product of friction
but I won’t be
standing on the skyline
trying to make my hand three sizes smaller
because I will be another universe
where there are no black holes
and information is preserved
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