I’d like to think

in a world of random chaos

that the things we do

matter

 

of all the meaningless

events we have put meaning

stars, moon phases, planet rotation

 

know that

the very act

of getting out of bed

pulling up the sheets

is out of cosmic love

for every single iteration

of us

 

that I can feel you

through dimensions

and I hope

you feel

the birth and death

of universes

all to create the right parameters

to get back to you

infinitely