Now

The smallest fraction, how can it be finite,

Though if you weren’t, one could never think time might

…stretch out into a lifetime, nor journeys of sublime height.

Allow the stars to flick their paint — and create the skylight.

Yet ‘back then’, ‘forthcoming’ — palpable, despite…

Feynman’s science to the contrary, where every single history,

way back to antiquity, so seemingly contradictory,

yet not so much a mystery — as one may think…

Look! You’re truly all there is to see, only wherein we can be,

for its only in — this moment, you, that we—we’re free.

To make that same choice. All to a varying degree? Perhaps. Maybe.

But as you compound into lifetimes, so do —

those choices that we make in you.

And as our brothers — they the same do too — as all of us, we do pursue

Our lives of finite factions of you.