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in the darkness

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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