Late Night Atlas

He would count
the number of times
she blinked
when he tried getting
out of fixing the world
and divide it
by the number
of times he put his
soul up for collateral
at the cosmic pawn shop.

It always resulted
in a repeating decimal
that fused with
his DNA
and another sleepless night
trying to convince
a certain primordial
Greek Titan out of
going bowling.