p h y s i c s

 

Heat always passes from a hot body

into a cold one. But let’s not digress.

An insect’s legs move faster in the light

if kindness is a work of knowledge,

though this is only a question of chance.

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A cold body never asks for heat.
It has long been given over to the narrative    

of time. Love warms rocks. Fire burns hair,

skin and bone. And smoke, smoke explores 

the shape of a universe. So let particles

 

explode into suns. How much heat can you spare?


For every black hole lying there in the night.
A party of stars at large for the missing

corpse in a world that chanced upon kissing.