Sleeping alone in a chair you spoke to me from another time and space
You spoke of paintings which had not yet been completed, as science had not yet progressed to provide the requisite technology
Electrons, you said, travel in orbit around the nucleus of an atom and they sometimes gain energy or lose it and they jump to another orbital path.
That’s comforting, I said
You’re impossible, you said
When I woke up and found myself quite alone I pondered our communion and the cyclical world attempting to unlock the potential of subatomic orbit to become proximal, contemporary.
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