Hypothetically Poem by M. A Heathcote

Hypothetically

Hypothetically
I travel to the centre of the universe.
Guessing the circumference of your heart
How a pinhole of light can shine so brightly
Cross the galaxy; hit a bullseye, like a dart

You are far too smart to divulge yourself.
And yet you are completely transparent.
Nothing is disguised or hidden.
Or embellished your love is
Mathematically, theoretically, therefore, everything.

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