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