Holding you, your soft face a wonder as the notes of jazz ride the blue light to the years ahead. Warp speed ahead, I see my black hole opened in your chest. Close mine for an opener- not the closer. Nothingness stops with me. This summer of 26. Heat retreating at last call into the crevices of earth. We aspire to heal, then hide and bury. But what we bury climbs back up in the dark. My brain cools into night. No more Zoom, no more clickity clackity. No more Morlock. We all curled up singing about hover chocolates, and I laid my head on mommy’s leg. Next to you, crumbs, and kitties. Four whole heroes ready for the dawn. It was never enough, but we were.