by halves and wholes

I could talk to you forever
about stuff like this. But

I could be wrong. What if

at some point we figure each other out? And

so help each other

figure ourselves out,
and there's no more to talk about there?

We'd have to be pretty full of ourselves,
then. Rightly so, and
there'd still be all the world,
all those other people to figure out,
and class them and categorize them where they fall,
between us. Which they surely would,

even if we have to switch
our stances and change direction
to get them all. Then there'd be the cosmos,

from quantascopic to multiversal, for us
to toss between in test and play, copied out
in miniscule and majuscule in what we say,
understanding it or not as we go, remembering
where we left off, and picking up

again,
because it still sticks out. And every thing we learn
would give us cause to go back
and review or renew everything

we knew,
or thought we knew.

I'm not worried about all of that.
It can take care of itself, but
let us care for it, anyway. There's more

than enough there
for the rest of a lifetime,
and twice as much for two.