The universe, and us, are arranged in a mirrored union
of veracity and obfuscation, both macro and micro.
We are starstuff and antimatter, flowing, fragile
and focused on fighting against fate.
There is a cosmic convergence
…and then there’s candy
The Big Bang, which gave us our celestial bodies
infused us with crystalline dust and the memory of a thousand
suns, burning, blinding brilliance and fueling our desires,
eventually leaving us with the detritus of our existence.
There is a cosmic convergence
…and then there’s candy
Conversely, we are composted, like sweet music,
of all manner of infinitesimal quarks; she’s Charmed
and Bottom, I’m Strange and Top. We’re swirling with
unseen forces, influenced by gravity and circumstance.
There is a cosmic convergence
…and then there’s candy
Somewhere out there, or down here, there is a Unified Field Theory.
It will bind our being with one complete universal truth
that answers all our fears and heralds our ascendance,
but until then…
There is a cosmic convergence
And her lips taste like candy.