Higgs Boson

We throw what stones we find into rivers
because we're merely leather, some muscle
beneath, trace blood reminding us of how
deep down we're oceanic. Whisper ti
-dal force. We blast electrons into each
other faster, harder than we know
to throw ourselves into a stranger's grip
whimpering save me. So heart as anchor.
So the patina of skin. Close your eyes.
The only current anyone can know
is there in dark, that ecstatic junction.
You're every river that has ever flowed.
Weston Cutter


Weston Cutter

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