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Q.R. Quasar
matter remembers in its electric marrow
how it flipped in flinging flight
and twisted into form it never was before--
how it cooled over the aeons
and cracked into fractured radiance as it congealed
matter remembers the screaming shriek
when the space matrix exploded
and the scream was outpaced by the dilation of space
please
for heaven’s sake keep
taking up space
that’s just what matter does
and you matter
most to me
my love
What gods do is make and let the pieces fall.
Billions of clocks on billions of beaches
turning as our hands move however they
move or our four legs or six or eight.
Billions of eyes in billions of deserts
move through their times or none and
we move our two legs or four or six or eight and
our hearts and chloroplasts, mycelium,
our many eyes or none.
Our structures crystalize, the plates
and hearts and chloroplasts and mycelium
subduct and bump as we rise and fall.
The structure of our crystals, how the plates
and all we do is an echo of clapping hands as we
subduct and bump and rise and fall.
With voices, silences, wavings of branches