Imagine two planets
circling the same orbit,
ignorant and free
in their revolutionary spree.
And then one of them slows down,
while the other gathers speed;
it’s the Big Bang all over again
but this crash doesn’t go in vain.
It’s the universe, I believe,
dictating the virtues of Fate:
they crash, and then they merge
(the symphonies of chaos soar and surge)
Two very different planets
with excessive baggage of their own
stitch themselves together to form
A single world that out-stands all norm.
I think it has something to do with the
synchronized rhythm of heart beats.
They rotate in turns around each other;
holding hands, they revolve galaxies together.
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