and light light grazes
and your fingers in my hair
and the sound of equations
and poetry on graphing paper
and the sound of pen gliding across planes
to make art out of us.
i still like you in silence
and in wild raging entropy
and happy accidents
and forcing fate when no one's looking
and pretending we don't know
when we know too much.
i still like the thought of you
and how you twist into paradox
and how i have no idea how you became
and how i don't mind.
