[ IP ] Remember the Last December

`` snowflakes are tesseracts, my love,'' you said, 
 `` and our bodies are the galaxies they grow beyond.'' 
 December air. sidewalks like glaciers. 
 above the buildings the harlequin moon split in spheres 
 amid stars and glowing clouds. 
 I said, `` do they?'' 
 and they do. you did. 
 you were shuttered eyes in a cavalcade of light and sound, 
 destined for a phoenix-red or wreath-black promenade 
 along shore by shore with candles to guide you. 
 I remember -- 
 after you cut your hair in December with a brace of cold water -- 
 they told me that snow was falling. 
 I told them it fell. you fell. 
 into a vastly fractured universe, you fell with edges and harmony, 
 growing and falling, 
 beyond my galaxy and beyond yourself.
