The Low-Down

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Eleventh

One moment, I'm anxiously awaiting my meal and the next I've found that the walls to my prison have melted and washed reality away, leaving but the two of us. That first embrace lasts eternally, twisting our two human forms into a beautiful atom that becomes trillions more in an instant. All matter of phenomenon and life come to fruition and we are the makeup of everything in existence. In the stead of a cold and hostile place, everlasting perfection and beauty now resides.

Something has caused ripples throughout that which we have willed to be. Suddenly, our wondrous design distorts and peels apart. As time passes, untold eons since we rebuilt all that is in our image, the unraveling has picked up tremendous speed. Stars and planets and their populations become undone. She and I attempt to hide, to escape it's wrath, but it deletes every quark. If your eyes could see down to the subatomic level, you would see nothing but us.

This horrible anomaly in our perfect system made a beautiful sound that I thought was so familiar. We could feel it all around us. Suddenly, the most intense pain you can imagine beset us. In the flash of a roaring electric discharge, our embrace was broken; we were being pulled by the sound in complete opposite directions toward the nothingness that now was. The sound became low, singular note. When it ended I could feel her hand in mine no longer.

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