ok, ok, so I concede

some answers are enough     to make you cry     or laugh yourself to death     funny to think      we can see all the way past the sky      and stars sometimes     even to the ocean floor if we dive deep enough     but yet just between

you

and

me

and

another

glass

of your favorite pinot

we are all on a trembling shore      strolling along a minor cosmic beach

somewhere      in the milky way's stellar fog      holding hands with star gods

maybe      making love-not-war      or both sometimes within our bungeed contingency

or

at least listening      to gulls and the milk-white breakers      shifting sands of quandary

watching at the edge of silences      mystery      twinkling light     years out towards countless galactic clusters     scrambling to see