cold welding
(perspective)
I think we should all take a trip to space
every once in a while.
the only thing keeping two pieces of the same matter
from fusing together when they touch
is the atmosphere on Earth.
maybe Romeo and Juliet could have
catapulted themselves out of it and bonded forever
instead of dying so uselessly,
but try telling Shakespeare that now.
put things into perspective.
see yourself
in a blazing rock rushing towards nowhere,
rushing towards a vast emptiness with all its celestial
conviction.
you’re meant to burn out and die but for now you’re the most
magnificent thing I see, and I can’t tear my eyes off you.
in spatial silence,
your words can’t travel to my heart,
and I can pretend you’re not
a spectacular explosion.
at the center of my green garden,
the dead tree
never looked threatening until I saw
the gaping crack in its trunk
under the starlight,
a calling void covered by a mirror,
and I recognize danger when
I’ve fallen through it.
you remind me of a black hole: impossible to fill,
you suck the universe in
as a desperate attempt to be whole again,
solely visible by the annihilation of what comes near.
so if chemical reactions look best from afar,
I wonder why we persist in imitating them,
and suppose maybe some of us don’t need to leave the ground,
after all.
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