INCH PERFECT
needed an inch
of space
to write
in this place
come up with a killer
thought experiment
to out-think Einstein,
Oppenheimer,
Wittgenstein
and Kurt Godel
in which
we could be
travelling on a light beam
falling
in an elevator
or simply lying on
a blanket at night
cataloguing
pin-pricks
of light
which being
Sun-sized, planet-
sized
the size of whole galaxies
much bigger
than emojis
thinking here of the
distant and diffident
terminally inscrutable not
the smiling, laughing,
leering,
utterly idiotic and
totally brainless kinds
and you on the blanket
sharing my space-time, in
fact
our shared
and joint creation
waiting for
true feedback, the cosmos
out there
in here
to detail its cracks, to
show its face
to make
this a night of serious surprises
with we
two so
tuned in
how could it fail to be
poems 2 die for 