Entanglement

How did I recognise you?

There was no clue to our configuration.

We have met, my love, across such adverse distance

and incalculable chance.

How ill-starred then that we are destined to be lost in this life.

Maybe change and mutability

Through all the cycles of making and unmaking

May find us again (as they ought) in better order.

In the confusion of my dissolving brain,

The last links active,

More than the fear of annihilation,

will echo this,

like the last image the eye sees -

Because beyond convention, choosing or calculation,

We are entangled.

Even if you become a turtle,

Then I consent to be a warm rock.