At the edge of the universe,
an old man drinks
alone
(so listen well).
Hear the lungs and heart
ah-humming
ah-hum
ah-hum
He is Hivemind.
He is God.
He is—heartbroken and
happy.
Do you know this man?
Are you associates?
friends?
siblings?
Because he won’t know you:
you’re a stranger
wearing strange clothes.
(and it’s sad),
Because millions of microscopic years
developed us,
loved us
and hated us.
We drifted away.
(stars on a highway)
Made friends with
metal casings,
danced in oily dresses
and dreamed:
of bliss
and the company
of an old man.
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