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by Rebecca Lu Kiernan
Mars has already made her secret adjustment
V838 Mon’s light echo has confessed.
Neptune is trying to hold still
Against Nibiru’s muscular fingers.
Who will teach you to breathe gold?
Classified math behind platinum walls
Slices time, cells, codes.
Three days of suspended rotation
Will not stop clocks
Or hands peeling petals with questions.
Will you admit I exist?
Will you turn
To God or scientists?
Will you pluck the withered flower
From the final field
To learn, my Darling,
You were simply on my fixed trajectory
And I loved you, loved you not?
Copyright © 2012 by
Rebecca Lu Kiernan