We orbit in asymmetric mathematics as
two atoms bound in fusion’s grief and pain.
Your sharp edges dissect a singular path
through sovereignty—bitter, sweet remain.
I swallow essence like mercury, aware
of life and death and treasures I now prize.
Your quantum presence—elsewhere, now—still dares
my gravity to drop its thin disguise.
To know you fully forms paradox unsaid:
The closer seen, the more your shadows grey.
Two phoenixes, separate songs instead,
on frequencies that reason can’t obey.
This atom dance of distance, proximate:
As sovereign planets, twinned but separate.

 

13/3/2025