if the god of impulse and furious fire decides to strike our planets with etherial combustion, then let us bathe each other in plasma, let us crack like red glass into madness, let us mine deep into our lungs for oxygen and tie our wrists tight with the bonds, proud, covalent, bursting forth, so exothermic that the molten waves submerge us.
we are not two animals who have succumb to the embers of electromagnetism. we are plates in the lithosphere who have built infernal mountains across the ocean floor, millennia of melting together atop the blazing peaks.