by Ken Belford

The size of everything is increasing, 
including rulers. It’s called inflation
but it’s like driftwood on the tide. 
The twist to the story is I make my own 
measurements. When you became 
the constant in my life, the world I knew 
changed. I think I had fallen toward 
the middle, that I had forgotten 
about the strength of interactions.
If you want to know what really happened,
I was writing a code of narrow, black lines. 
Now I know there are emission and 
absorption lines, many possible worlds, 
many random uncertainties. If you had 
different values, the number of unstable souls
would increase. If you lived across the street, 
I’m not sure I would have been able to 
stay still long enough to catch your eye. 
 
 
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                                                       The size of everything