I see it now: Our lives have been spiraling towards this, Ready to converge in a single word I can't reclaim. Like the moon's gravitational pull Makes the oceans swell to her, Your being moves me In ways I can't control. I lie awake, with all of time Expanding and condensed, Thinking about milliseconds That mean the death or life of everything. Is this how god felt when she wondered What word to use to breathe life into the universe? Did she, too, question the right intonation, And agonize over the ramifications Of saying that word at all? Maybe now she looks upon her creation And wishes she held her tongue.