Saturday, September 8, 2012

109. Radieux, étranger

2 galaxies collide,
silent in the airless
what are the chances;
what is the

Quantification cannot classify,
instruments cannot perceive;
exhilaration of the unknown
exalts the most uncharted

As we part, there are
stars in the sky, in
the streetlamps.
Moving on our separate paths,
destined for our solitary
it is so beautiful
we can meet in such
covert darkness, ephemeral,
out of the millions of the collisions
that could have been,
and never will be

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