SINGULARITY
stand behind me
step
inside me
presto before what trails
across the page
becomes
more than
just mushy
along the edges
you
and your colliders
it is the dream to
quantify
every dark particle
prove
every hypothetical
to be wired
and grounded
but when
you speak their truth
you sound
so fabulous, not
making any
concrete sense
(terrify
that every new coinage
might sprout
a singularity)
poems 2 die for 