Your touch fractures unwound futures, the softest shock to my system. Infinite undiscovery radiates off skin like new born stars skipping straight to supernova. Light grenades blind, deafen, expose. Truth blurs focus. We now know what the body is for. I sabotage and we crash into earth, incinerating the atmosphere, restarting cycles. We forget our odd numbered days exist. Our catastrophic collapse was the best of my life. For a split second I am now one as He is three, looping unopposed into life and death like continuous screaming nothing. For that, I wish I could thank you.