Strung Together

what power can a kiss convey, to strings of raw energy?

twisting, revolving and resonating, without peace in the void

while we stem, a while, our wild entropy

two masses complimentary if opposed in polarity

held fast, each true to our orbit.

stars die, worlds fall and every moon must move on

and though our time will come, to wander once more

alone amidst an ocean of stars

where we faintly may fall to light an alien shore

and doing so, forget,       but not yet

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