letter to the higgs field

you must be tired
of holding things together.

you carry galaxies in one hand
and dark matter in the other.
your heart is a singularity;
in your eye floats a nebula
of red fairy lights.

at the very bottom of quantum physics,
there is an ink-black room.
the floor is soft and warm,
and the gentle music of strings
will sing you a pulsing lullaby.

do you want to go there?
it’s okay if you do.

sleep sounds good
to me, too.

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