Incident by incident flashes by, each bound in expectation as those imagined.
Bound in orbits, gamed each one of purposed lives, of loves, of incidence and profit,
Bound close by incident memories day by day.
Bound in daily wonder decades long.
Bound, compelled by physics present in our supple times,
binding somehow stronger than the potent gravity of our yearning,
distant, sterile orbits of co-incident desire,
memories, dreams and wondrous shared reality unrealized.
