It seems that time to you is less
significant than mine –
in parallels
failing, flailing parallels
your love is a hermit crab.
I know that
when I asked to see the pleats
of the horizon (the points of the sky that are
decimalized and rounded, rotund to the point of
a sideways glance)
at once you became it:
embrace the sea
and it shall enfold.
There is no matter of impermeability to
an origami crane.
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