not sure exactly which poem it is you are reading or whether this that you are reading counts and qualifies as a poem at all
by any stretch of the imagination and relativity (special and general) and quantum Physics have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt how elastic and multi-dimensional your imagination can be
reading this rubbish here and making gorgeous sense of it, leaving me wondering what gorgeous sense it is you might make of me (could well be)
but first operation would seem to be to dissolve the space between us
to act as if we are entangled in the way we spin (universes spinning around each other like bubbles of froth in the foam of your latte)
and your wisdom such as to leave me gaping, gawping foaming at the mouth
neither of us here empirically or raw- red physically
our existence co-created even as we reach this sentence at this very