Universally Speaking
if we fold our world into a paper crane
let it float in black abyss
fueled by carbon compounds
propelled by stardust
the scientists at the helm (the crane's
beak) will whisper sterilely,
there are other worlds ahead;
we are not moving, the space around us is
the mathematicians on the wings
will notate on graph paper,
we have found a paradox: between
numerical parameters lies infinity
and you & I will coalesce
outside the feathered body
hidden in penumbrae
I wouldn't have it any other way
i
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this.