Years from now
when vectors meet
seen & unseen
fissions & fusions
bouncing
colliding
distances entwined by
alien mathematics
and postulating
what will become…
I’ll want to live again
circling still
existence to existence
a part of the blend
an ingredient mite
or a virus strain
hopping host to host
I just want to see it
The courting of spirals
An ethereal voyeur
eying the dance
Andromeda absorbing
as it’s been foretold
Closing mind to the violence
… I won’t feel a thing
We’re already beautiful
but just wait…
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