Grew up while I was away,

all familiar but still out of kilter.

Half-flavour, half-fever,

tempodrom of a stellar fraction.

Conservation of mass,

hydrostatic equilibrum.

I must have been pondering something

of sneak significance,

not only naked days before such a redress era

but also the space-emptying gaps between.

Grew out of reach, well-admired,

minute-by-minute fading object,

shiny still. Clunch-electrified, sharkening.

Astray-winked already, a beast of prey, radiant.

Is it just me to search for complicity

in the deep of the sparkle

or is it one of the hungers I cannot even grade?

Grew up unexpected,

found solace in the least-thought-of bits,

just to explode again to

stretch into galaxies of some alter-embrace

and escape immediately

with the refreshed strength

just to explore, to get sniff,

never plot, nor outline,

right there and off,

a constellation?

getting every drop of sugars and frissoners

overwhelmed but

hardly covering the frisky-taste-greed.

Keeps memories of slopes in his flight,

sometimes gets stiff in mid-air from the jumps

or freezes in his dreams, gingerly laughs,

roaring at my (now) infamiliar steps,

surprised at my shudder

whether or not he would ramble and tear.

“Irregardless” is not a word. Fine.

Teaches me how to call the distance

and I carve the name

into the tabby-skinned night

to remember

and get balance even from the pain of missing

hoping for proof

that once we were the same.