Hypersphere tattoo

you kept a five-sided star just east of your reach. You said each night

it will ignite before the morning wakes.

Yet in tides of spiral arms, silver galaxies entwine nature's fragile countenance, where a gravity yet to be theorized is all I understand when I look into your eyes.

I remember how you moved within the gyres, tiny snowstorms, black on white, temples softly drawn—

a tether of snow in a tremble of time, stepping in, stepping out,

every moment, every fall, every rise.

Facing one another, will our voices intertwine?

Or will they only learn to fly alone to open spaces, above the roof beams, horizonwise,

with your laughter, my foolish pantomime,

and ithe nfinite ways a rainbow's singularity aligns in your smile?

I cannot begin to try to forget, to turn away, to remember how to fly.

I do not know how to begin to end, how to ever say goodbye.