How intimate the lesser bodies of the universe
Our thoughts lie close
well-nigh a billion miles away.
United only by the dim reflections presented
wavelength-aeons apart;
Friends by telescope.
Knowing only, as we do, the simple names of elements
How is it
we pretend
we know more than this?
I, voyeur, window-peek by microscope
measuring memories in angstroms
trying to place affection on a grid
A quantitative affair.
Plucking compassion from a shelf of chemicals
Apply it with sterility
Earthen values shant sully
Cerebral sensuality.
To you, those million light years away
How can I convey this:
I want nothing but your kind approval.
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