If the sun were to somehow collide
magnificently
with the Earth,
as if propelled by some
unseen, unstoppable force
of formidable gravity, I wouldn't
care.
I would burn, along
with everyone else,
my ashes mixing
and diffusing with theirs.
I would feel
heat,
become
heat.
The warmth would swallow
me, or I
would swallow it,
and the flames would travel
through my veins
and down my spine
and trickle to my toes
and let me feel.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
If the sun were to somehow collide
magnificently
with the Earth,
as if propelled by some
unseen, unstoppable force
of formidable gravity, I wouldn't
care.
I would burn, along
with everyone else,
my ashes mixing
and diffusing with theirs.
I would feel
heat,
become
heat.
The warmth would swallow
me, or I
would swallow it,
and the flames would travel
through my veins
and down my spine
and trickle to my toes
and let me feel.
