'relativity and reality'
nightingales will traverse meridians
in the aether of cerulean skies.
nature’s ensemble of green expanse
will play by the grand caprice
of the breeze maestro.
back over at our table,
your douceur moderates my verve.
our earl grey tea turns tepid;
unsavoured because of chatter.
i subsist on the words you utter
in mere coquettish jest.
in this evanescence, i achieve autarky.
if only these things unfolded
at the universe’s intended pace
with the narration of time,
instead of all just at an instant —
and only in my moonstruck fantasies.
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