for Julian
The perpetual questions of this son
spark and twist in the evening
as algebraic concepts curl exponentially
over our heads.
His voice is moving deeper into his chest,
closer to the earthy self to which he is called
to live and breathe and find his own
immortality.
I watch the edge of his lip
where the faint darkness of his new self
is a shadow of endless love
turning with the spirit
of all the generations.
Infinity is unfolding before my eyes,
in this moment, as we silently consider
the distance between our hearts
while erasing the answers
to the math homework
that will be due in the morning.
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