Tuesday, August 18th, 2009 | Author: markross
A beautiful love split in two, quantum chances divided us through. Sub-atomic phenomenon constitutes our reality; existing alone, so far apart from me. Beautiful chaos joins us in love, unfathomable entropy mends us as one. Accelerated and crushed, unite what’s been lost, defragment the elements before we are done. Glowing silently, in the dark, midnight sky, without intervention, we flicker through time; waiting for that one moment or chance, to be reunited, through time and through space. Copyright © 2005 Mark Ross
Category: Poetry
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