Inseparable.
Amulet.
Love sonnet to light.
If we were not alert to the fact of sheer distance of meaning,
which kept us apart.
Not lions, not persons, not spacecraft,
but a dozen malformed items, seeing how the roads are
gutted, invite me to dinner.
Can you say, indivisible dilated identity
knows no relevant wavelengths, no foraging bounds?
Here is what I would tell you if one thought were
separable from another.