The Conversations Are Rolled Into the Corners

the conversations are rolled into the corners stretching into a fifth dimension perpendicular to all points this is where i love you curled back upon itself unavailable to the eye the physicist’s graven image produced at energy levels no longer on demand counterfeited lying useless on the floor moments escaping till you do back into the visible spectrum where the colored quarks come to rest upon a mask i have come to know all too well and given up all hope of ever removing it we chat in silence the quietude in our pervading existence is what we ultimately share the empty spaces between galaxies collisions that are temporarily ignored a cosmos enveloped in its own existence a life to be never seen conjectures upon a table filled with mathematics and nothing more the weak force begetting pyrite once radiant and full of promise now lies a barren moonscape awaiting expulsion, embers now ashes fate in the coming winds Fergus Falls 2000