Still, the Fog is Kind

The average human lifespan 
is absurdly, insultingly brief. 
Assuming you live to be eighty, 
you have just over four thousand weeks,
give or take. 

In a moment of desperation,
I'd make a Faustian bargain to live forever,
blessed to be forgotten by everyone.

As thousands of people pass
under the famous celestial blue ceiling
of Grand Central each day,
I create a life of infinite love in a finite space,
taking full advantage 
to test the limits of freedom—and love.