Standing in the night
beneath the belt
of Orion,
counting the points
of the Southern Cross;
you listened to me,
speaking endlessly
on the phone,
describing the effects of pupils dilating
(which takes twenty minutes)
as if I was revealing some insight
experience had not given to you.
We shared the Milky Way
and in that moment
stood together
regardless of the miles
(or should it be kilometres)
forgetful of the laws of physics,
careless
of this:
the other world
in which we both must live.
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