NOTES FROM HUBBLE’S DREAM II:
I love you with the violence of a brand new consciousness swarming, babbling incoherent, growing exponentially.
Which is to say: I love you like a big fat baby.
My love is the spectacle of whole galaxies crashing
or the disaster of a gentle nudge on a planets axis.
I love you tight rope precariously.
Everything about us is all and nothing,
a fucking disaster
a game of Hearts.
Lovers like us are destroyers of worlds.
Lovers like us make dward planets of hearts / not even a moon
Lovers like us: flammable, inflammable
Lovers like us: sweet kindling
We'll go out all boom and particle.
Start whole new Solar Systems! Organisms! Hadrons!
New Ecosystems! Immeasurable chances at life, & you+me
What I mean is: I'll find you. Always do
What I mean is: I miss you.
But you're still here.
I’m fading first, I’m sorry
I’ll meet you in the Star Field
Hubble's "Deep Field" - One of my favorite images, ever. Each cluster is a whole galaxy. Countless, immeasurable, so vast - and this is only within a 1x1 inch square of the night sky.