We are farther post-Christian and richer entropic,
make more of our movements and less of our masses.
We matter as physics. Our matter's less ethics.
Without them we're moral as moons and we orbit
no center. We make a mathematics
that roots in a stillness less stable than zero.
We matter as ether, no-telos our telos,
and stake your ascendance with flags of our absence.
Beloit Poetry Journal