Back when
all of space
was compressed
into a tight dot
smaller than a quark,
time stood
sequentially coiled
waiting on a tally
of yeses and noes
for just how long
the lives
of each future
creature
should extend
down its filament
and did not protest
when lovers
caused equal
segments
to transpire
at a different rate
than the lonely.
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