for theirs is the kingdom
of velocity.
There are answers
on the other side
of the infinite.
There are answers
in your hungry mouth.
Blessed are the poets
who do not speak
for theirs is the kingdom
of entropy.
There are answers
in a dimming light
that never goes out.
Blessed are the forgotten
for theirs is the kingdom
of the infinitesimal.
There are answers
in the space between
now and now.
Blessed are the ghosts
for theirs is the kingdom
of the haunted.
There are answers
in the flesh,
but only once it’s shed.