We are cognizant of the black hole at the heart of all expectations,
yet our love feels like an orbit, slow and elliptical, around a private sun.
I seem flighty as though driven by the panic of self-propagation.
While you, sufficiently immune to the shadows of destruction,
are committed to the growth of an Eden come what may; day or night.
Copyright © 2021 by Mike Acker
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