Thursday, April 8, 2010

Comet, Comet

We were nothing
and that, to me,
that was everything.

Our eyes exploded
in a supernova
of the greatest black holes.

Almond, alienoid, curved,
our bodies made out of light.
You were you yet me too.

This is their reality,
our infinitesimal imagination,
cradled in the collarbone of God.

Perforated with everything that is,
rocketing into
azure places where dreams live.

We were no longer two.
We named new colours and
fed our songs to the stars.

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