"As One."
This begins in prose and then goes into lines.
"After months apart, my friend invites
me to meet her at a tourist spot in the town
where we both used to live.
We sit at a table in the sun behind a mariachi band
and speak rapidly, as if trying to catch up.
She says that what scientists are learning about time
suggests it may be possible to see into the future.
I agree by mangling quotes from Gödel and Hawking.
If the entire universe is spinning, and why not,
time may be circular.
We interrupt each other frequently as if excited,
though, in fact, we have had this conversation
several times before.
Harsh words come to mind, burst in uninvited.
They may refer to me, but I speak them aloud to myself,
by myself, which makes them less convincing.
There are really only two ideas.
A, we can be represented.
Someone can take our place or suffer in our stead.
B, this has happened already in the distant past,
and all we need do is recall it."
That must have had something to do with my religious upbringing
too.