when galaxies collide

when galaxies collide
nowhere left to hide
the sky collapses
as star dust and
gas and other
bits and pieces
of matter are
scattered to
and fro as
the dance
happens
and the
two gala-
xies floating
through the uni-
verse crash into
each other, slowly
becoming one. the
soft destructive
dance of life
and love
& gravity,

complexity aside
the dazzling display
of two swirling
masses of large
bodies of matter
cascading into
one another.

Stan looked up
into the sky and
it was never the
same again.

his planet spared,
he looked up there
and it was the square
root of his affections that
became the infection
attracting matter to
the center of the
galaxy.

fool of ship
full of shit
fuel of it

twist,
turn and
learn the new
dance of the cosmos -
interplanetary foreplay,
for a play not yet written.

galaxies collide slowly,
almost casually over
a long period of
time so slow
you almost
don't know
and then you
know too much
and the trust and
the thrust of the geist
the turn of a head, the
slightest faint of a flicker
in the eye and his eyes look
to the sky as inside he sighs at
the immensity of the moment
happening so slowly - over
time. overtime. clock in and
out. the collateral damage
of the collision of galaxies
is immense and almost as
pointless as this random
string of words that just
happens to make sense
if you look at it in just the
right way.

right of way -
milky way yields.

radio waves and
fields of interference,
steeped in inference and
indifference as the cold blows
in and life goes on, even though he
knows eventually the galaxy will collide
and time will seem to stop and or slide into

...the lonely american highway