Even in the infinite
empty of space,
galaxies often collide.
Some fly straight
through the heart
of another, erupting
outward in one brilliant,
billion-year burst.
Others dance
in slowly closing spirals.
Science cannot tell us what happens
when the infinitely dense core
of one galaxy collides
with another,
but I cannot help thinking
that it is something like
our own collisions.
Some mornings we begin
by devouring breakfast,
then the news, then eachother,
until not even light
can escape us.
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