[sic]

orbits perpetually move in ellipses
so for eternity planets will try
to finish the universe’s sentence

for every season there’s a [sic]
as for every question
a problem with hermeneutics

and the Earth has contained
the same amount of energy
from the Big Bang until now

so things can change and trade hands
swap potential for kinetic energy
like scalpers trade cash and tickets
outside the venue
hosting our love’s Big Bang,
and nothing will change.

it makes sense, then.
how I pour my love into you
like it’s sand filling an hourglass

and even when
you’ve sifted all of it
through your delicate fingertips

there’s always someone
to stand you on your other side—
Earth’s unfinished sentence
like your unfinished “I love you."