Small miracles. Hope hope hope like my heart's pulse, and the World spins faster through the void. I heard physicists may have found a particle that moves faster than the speed of light. It would have to slip into a different dimension as it travels. Like quantum leaps. Maybe I can do that too.
Last night, a satellite fell screaming to Earth, burning through the atmosphere, maybe as he and I were lost in the raw wood skeletons of new houses and moonlight. In the dark the standing water looked like a deep pit opening up, and I stood at the edge of it, trying to see down, but all I could see was sky.
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