Space-time continuum 

 

Time is the shape of a cheekbone,
the lie of the nape of your neck.
Space is bending to reach you,
to wrap around your quiet breath;
to learn how slight movements
change it all, as worlds rush by
in a blur of upturned eyes.

 

This poem has also appeared in Message in a Bottle.

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Earth from space

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out here we angels
ask how is it humans dance
on that bright pinhead