my
first
true love
swelled not for
some rando chick but
medieval cosmology's charms
spheres nested in a vortex of spinning stars—i cried
to choirs of seraphim singing backup for god, planets and moons chimed and beat disco
for dominions—musica universalis heard not of ears but absorbed through souls
science may mock my infatuation yet wormholes
parallel universes and
big bangs slide from the
known to art's
dark maze
of
dreams