Us

What would it have been like

to circle around the smallest 

point of space and time,

that primordial singularity

that held in its embrace,

all at once,

your story and my story,

my tears and your laughs,

our dreams, our lives?

As we implode into the

midsts of this unpalatable darkness,

populating with thin brushstrokes

our own cosmic nothingness,

we undergo a most vivid mitosis

carrying out the incomprehensible

actualization of our smallest selves

And in these private evolutions
we never fail to raise our telescopes
in search of our origins, clamoring for
that  essence when we meshed
 together into the joyful and sorrowful
dance of of friendship