perhaps it is inevitable
that as we are both opposite particles
we must annihilate each other
to some degree
before we succumb to balance in our universe
ever expanding, at different rates
our thoughts produced are not the same
and the friction drawing us
in mass will only ever end poorly
where no one can win
a cold void vacuum of space
desolate of life
empty and finite
unable to continue our exploring
unanswered questions to our origins
now & forever lost to time
a reminder
that this too was of our making
a construct winding
with tensions rising
the tick and tocking
having no ear to land upon
be it deaf or that of hard hearing
happening in waves
a sound still reaching out
radio signals sent, with hopes left
never knowing if they were found
thinking of us
our fragility
life being but a happenstance
is quite frightening
precious moments
not wasted or treated carelessly
but designed with purpose
cared for tenderly
hidden figures
with which light will not interact
clouding around us
interfering in ways
we are still trying to predict
be it a slim disk
right through the center of us
there is some certainty
of its existential existence
its nudging of us
toward our continuance
in the darkness
where it is the hardest to see
hope finds a way
for you to feel its presence
gifts made abundant
in friendly faces
in rhythms and rhymes
the predictability of math
scales and timelines
these structures astound
bringing us closer
to what we might call God
but also,
to what we might find in each other
having been made
from the same stardust
particles found throughout the universe
carefully woven together
here for us
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