Cosmic Double
 

Come and meet me around the corner of forever

We’ll tip our chairs back and rest our boots

lightly on some comet

and raise a toast of karma wine

(vintage, well beyond its time)

to our grumpy stars.
 

Maybe there where all possibilities meet

and romp around like kittens

We’ll devour sprinkle-crusted sunsets

and splash in seconds like poets do

and pass the hours ante’ing up

the Scrabble of the soul.

Maybe there beyond forever

And my thousand pitiful crosswords

I’ll bluff my way to a winning round

Where the Y of U lays next to I

(Where it belongs)

And not so close to X.

Or maybe it’s a koan after all

To bedevil our cosmic happy hour

(The Divine Bartender shrugs)
U:  Two eyes melded with a smile
I:  A wrinkle between heaven and hell
Y:  A function of X = I - U.  C?
 

Maybe when the stars have all yawned and shuffled off

With only a lone molecule of me still watching

You’ll wink in my shadow’s direction
Maybe then there’ll be a language
To explain the grammar of this pain
Til then… this spacetime hangover remains. 
 

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