Wish You Were Here
because then you wouldn’t be there,
and neither would I, but we could
slide down the white and scatter
across the stars, or back
to a golden age, if such a thing
can be pursued; but even if this moment
you packed up your books and jackets
and flew as fast as you could,
the faster you go the longer I’d age,
and I would be all white and blind
by the time you arrived, and you
would bury me in alien soil.
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