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Sophia
- Only sister and secret-keeper
by Aileen Victoria Ibardaloza

1

She will not tell you what she can do
in one thousand and ninety eight days:
alter what has been ordered
demand a place not prepared
if there was no pull, she would not have stopped
light and darkness cancelled each other out.
There is no fifth element. No absolute reference frame.
No record of thoughts or deeds. Or level of pain.
Rectangular sight on asymmetrical lines
spacetime is a quantity, a separation
invariant between you.
Ocean waves roll with water, sound waves with air
she moved in isolation imposed by you and them on her.
She is not slow. You are merely stationary.
If you start counting, not all things are relative.

2

Her thoughts are running backwards and forwards
drawing divisions in the rectangle
unscrambling the scrambled egg
until every direction is defined.
If you want to know where she is at any time
there are pictures in reverse
probably taken in reverse
direction is defined in disorder.
You cannot un-lose or lessen what was lost
irreversibly
entropy was quantified
and showed an increase.
This applies only to isolated systems.
Like hers.

3

The undefinable joy of two-way communication
when lines cross connecting voices, thoughts, halves.
What would she have done
if light were never deflected by the sun
if there were only flat space and free fall
and two lines lying side by side
were destined to lie side by side
not ever touching
She must have said something
someone altered his course.
On curved space,
parallel lines do meet.

4

There was a declaration of the great voices
of what was and what was to come
She, too, saw the Patmos vision
the seven stars and seven candlesticks,
the seven seals, seven trumpets,
seven vials and seven last plagues
There were voices, thunders, lightning
a great earthquake such as was not seen
the fifth trumpet and the first woe
after the final apostasy
And then a pure river and twelve kinds of fruits,
she was appointed before the dust was settled.

 



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