I have no faith, but I do believe

in mass–energy equivalence

     I light its candle

     say its prayer

     press my head against its Western Wall


because there is something holy

about an equation

     its insistence on fairness

     on symmetry

     on equal distribution


so when I consider after-life

      when my spirit is cleaved

      from its form


it gives me comfort to think:

      if the constant is not me

      it is, at least, the square

      of the speed of light

      that all parts are accounted for


and when I forget who I am

and when I forget thee

and you forget me

     when the currents of our bodies halt

     when the oceans rest in their beds

     when the great winds give way to calm


our lives can be the sum of us.




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