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An accelerating force brought you
to the bar. Some push
or pull that made you change
velocity. Made you break away,
see the light that comes
from the inside.
Long bar table shining
like heaven. Sit down. Let me
tell you my theory of everything—
beer first, then physics.
One abstraction after another.
Then your hand, my knee.
There is nothing more concrete.
A force has both magnitude
and direction, what made you turn
to me?