All you can measure
Two black holes;
I am, i am
spiraling towards an infinite pool -
of matter, or how it matters, or the mingling of
Time + space
they say {now}
that they’ll collide, form one
massive
turnstyle of gravity
pulling in light like a circus tent
they say the waves
will tilt through the atmosphere, sift like
gaseous wishes willing themselves through every
bit of borrowed meaning / will tumble and twist
and contort every shape, / will pull through my body
(moving a particle of two)
And the tiniest pieces of my heart
will register
the way it moved through
you, and the tiniest core of my brain
will pulse
one particle at a time
towards spiraling
towards that silent collision
into one
they say everything will matter, everything
leaves traces, everything pulses, everything
sends out meaning;; gravitational waves
or the sound of the world chirping back
or the sound of the sun singing light
into day
or the sound of our threads pulling
pulling;
towards;
towards
And finally
(the waves will be all you can measure)
Lauren Suchenski has a difficult relationship with punctuation and currently lives in Yardley, PA. She has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize as well as twice for The Best of the Net and her chapbook “Full of Ears and Eyes Am I” is available from Finishing Line Press. You can find more of her writing on Instagram @lauren_suchenski or on Twitter @laurensuchenski.
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