In the seats of booth 91, in a local pizza joint, in a college town in a universe where their unspoken black hole eyes played tug of war amongst the constellations, they were lost in space and time, working for change in a simple planet that seldom defines love. All was light between these coy primordial stares, but density led to dark ages of deceptive appearances leaving them with a feeling of non-existence. Years away from light, a distant phone call stirred up dust and created a starburst; two galactic bodies became spiraling forms of tangled mass and something quickly formed that is unseen by the naked eye. This event horizon touch brought the rapture to failed hearts, radiating inward past their supermassive sights until multiverses were explored and the poetry under Hera’s divine milk was more explosive than a platonic cave. Inevitably, the sun will burn out, the moon will drift away and Andromeda will collide with monsters of men, but her glistening tidal force gaze will never cease to water his soiled eyes, as their kiss has become the creation of celestial bodies, children of atoms on the eve of telescopic exploration. And it all evolved from big bang silence in the seats of booth 91, in a local pizza joint, In a college town, in a universe that is ever expansive, and accelerating like hearts ascending out of stargazing black holes, reaching for something bigger than destiny
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 05:54:35 +0000
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