In the awful hollows between
stars and planets, I wonder if there
is stretch, or torque, or some other
non-trivial force on
sedentary helium
which brings me round to my question.
In the spaces between
the breaths
of our
shared
sentence
what torrents and vortices have
coupled?
Perhaps another day will find us folded
or stretched like disks among the stars
as Aasimov imagined.
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