You resisted yourself

On the reckless way to adulthood.

You were upside-down when we met

Your hair was all around you, a diffuse nebula.

 

You needed to cut your hair shorter and shorter

As we held hands, hapless, barely able to breathe.

Wounded and vulnerable, we orbited each other, briefly

Burned and embossed in strange metal.

 

Maybe we were the inverse of something identical

Perhaps wired the same way to give different results

Like your resistance was parallel to mine and calculated

To give us a third thing, an invention.

 

Our current lives still resonate with harmonics from

Light years distant, sending precious messages

Without grieving

We the discoverers.

 

 

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