Intimacy

If you uncoiled me gently, tendril by tendril
(keep going, there are miles to go–and then a few more);
If you unspooled me tenderly,
down to the last ribbon of DNA,
sawed the last shreds of flayed protein in half
(wistfully, with infinite care);
If you stripped me of all matter,
down to the essence of nakedness,
I’ll tell you what you’d find”
a piece of the ultimate void
a glimpse at the boundless, all consuming zero
around which we wrap our lives,
a soothing emptiness, traversed without a trace
by the echoes of your own void.

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