That day
When it is
Understood
If the labors of cosmologists
Have proven to be
Futile
If the sky has
No meaning beyond
Itself
I will love you
Not defiantly
Not in spite
Because
I do
If the stars prove to be
Mere chandeliers
And the universe is then
Plural
It matters little
I will love you
As carbon
As stardust
As light
If
It is shown
That the Clockmaker
Abdicated
If then and there
The moral compass
Is obliterated
I will love you
As a breath
As a soft night
As the corpuscle that
Sings
In you heart
As that which
You always knew
I will love you
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