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
should extend
down its filament
and did not protest
when lovers
caused equal
to transpire
at a different rate
than the lonely.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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