5.07 / July 2010


At the ages of six and nine
we understood simply
the ‘theory of everything.’
The 11th dimension was
condensed down
to – a ball of twine
unwound, vibrating secrets
strung between girls
and two tin cans
once filled.

Two decades later, we
understand nothing, simply.
Trying complex equations
to explain the 4th dimension
we entangle – in
your length spanning
the distance of my breath,
two heights delving deeper
into Euclidian spaces, tasting
each other’s secrets.