Between your mass and mine
space bends
gravity
pulls our galaxies into each other
dark matters
in the oceanic space on the curve
somewhere over the
tides of Atlantic
pushing
as we near.
And soon
our light will dim,
soon it will vanish,
as I watch,
a light too far away to reach our points
the constants of birth death
dialling ever
to its face of general theory,
relatively, we are bound to
collide
and bound to come
apart,
but two galaxies coming into one will brighten,
a billion suns like a billion butterflies,
worlds of you, worlds of me,
a new orbit
of new constellations
a-glow,
a-breath with temporary nova-light.
And life,
for life’s bright sake
in our evolved state;
our speck of introverted Universe
that will die as all others,
but shine and shine in life.
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