I fail symbology
and heartmending, but the bad
exam dreams are yours.
Adrift in the imperfection of
the extra atom–
my defect fears,
our crystalline symmetry
embodied
in the empty between.
I can get through a test
but not your dream.
You change masks,
prepare for a new
worldpressure.
I delay in our chamber
of estrangement,
synchronized
to migration chaos —
the shared darkness of the body.
I can get through skysorrow,
planet birth, even escape velocity.
I can get through —
I can get through again
to our galaxyglow.