How can poetry withstand science?
Art the battery of fact, faith
The understandings of inference?
How do a lover’s eyes stay magic
When a billion suns lie between
Them and the overwhelming beacon
Of Sagittarius A, supermassive
But lost in an ocean of stars
Further lost in a sea of oceans?
Do we hold on to one green leaf
For dear life or retreat into
Endless abstractions and patterns?
Do we hold each other and stave off
Drowning or fall out of love and
Into the arms of a great Leviathan?

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