A slow and wet mating.
Refolds and Un-blooms into a heavy compression.
Until a weight so dense, implosion and swift re-ignition is the only next course of action.
A growing depth of narrow proportions,
so fine and atomic.
A microscopic pinpoint of the greatest magnitude.
A thing so infinitely dense and wonderful
that a million multiverses are anchored down by their own microscopies.
An atom centered by its center of atoms.
A reciprocal core, a tunnel of vision, sound waves and lightwaves,
an endless space of Wonka-vated water caves and fleshy soft goodness.
A Roar and a Flash. . . .
A dark stain on a bright time. . .
A scary thought that I once had
Passing Through Another's Mind.
No Two Ways to Go About It.
There are always two options, except in mortal death.
So I carry on abundantly with each blessing that I find.
