This is hallowed ground,
here in the cavern beneath my throat,
glowing under this autumnal skyscape;
the briskness of her terra is a reminder
that some things must die to be alive again.
When our universe exploded into life
were our atoms close enough together
to be magnetized, to be paired,
drawn forever across galaxies
to be close to each other?
In a thousand years, long after this body
has returned to the earth, and I open new eyes,
will it be you or will it be him that I find?