Mosaic

our life will be a mosaic 
of chance-cut pixels

it will have bits of red and blue, silver bows and diamond truths

it will cast a smooth glow in the hues of our days

it will be roughly delved and mortared with

the stories we will tell ourselves

our hopes will forever run 
keenly over the edges 

let us amble 
backwards
leisurely

to discover, slowly, 
all of the resolving pictures

that our love 
will leave behind

.singularity

a dancing collection of nanos

traipsed down my circulatory system

dusting here, febrezing there

and making me staid again.

i am strong.  

i remember everything exactly -

how we hurtled and spun and laughed!

and also the feel of the burning sword 

as we jumped into e-den.

the humble drosophila's gift wrapped in

unspeakable loss.

happy networks in prague

where re-runs are archived

show me winter and feel me cold.

the idea beckons incessantly: we are become us.

dark bits are playthings for splits -

shadows exploring the ancient expanse

it all began soon

when were you, memory, and what exactly?