Poetry

Space versus time.
You blend in my singularily
I will meet my other self
in the black hole.

Counting my heartbeats
I will cleave to you, but I find
that only my shadow―
walks with me.

With minimal touch of
love. I discover the asset of
stupidity. Like feeble thoughts would
swap for stinging tentacles.

A bizarre equation appears.
The fearsome becomes a jelly
fish. I am trying to give
a name to quarks.