there is a time promised 

when each moment will only belong to us

a time when moments breathe in infinity

when seconds, minutes, hours, and days

will have faded beyond the hordes of galaxies

the ends of the universe will have parlayed

into the never-ending story

where we will reign as the star we are

and until that becomes us

as i look at all that lies within this space

that looms before me
where humanity searches the shelving
in a quest to sustain life
i struggle inward in a war of synapsing neurons

remembering unsalted, and two-percent

pondering what within here

i can buy, then hide

so that some moment she stumbles upon

discovers that as i struggled with

unsalted, and two-percent

there was a moment she only held my attention
a moment the entire universe ceased to exist
for one of her Duchenne smiles

1/26/19