#oxygen - Hello Poetry

I was the one who burned. Lightest thing in all the universe, I carried fire in my nature. Inflammable they called me, the one who needs only a spark to become a catastrophe.. I was hunger. I was uprising. You were the one who fed the flame. Not burning yourself, but making burning possible. the silent accomplice, the arsonist behind every blaze, the one who says to fire:- “Come, I will hold the door open for you.” You sustained destruction without ever being destroyed. Two accomplices to ruin. What business did we have meeting at all? But somewhere in the proximity of violence, something neither of us had the intention for ; began to happen. you reached, I reached, and in that reaching electrons moved. Not taken. Not surrendered. Shared the only democracy that exists at the atomic level, the only transaction where both parties become something they could never be alone. A bond formed in the geometry of love. One oxygen. Two hydrogen. The chemistry of surrender producing the matter that makes the universe inhabitable. And what we made ? WATER !! That carries neither my fire nor your gift for feeding it. What we made is the very thing that walks into burning buildings and says: enough. What we made puts out what we both, separately, existed to ignite. --- This is the alchemy no one predicted; that two forces of destruction, meeting in the precise angle of willingness, could forget their natures entirely. And become the source of all life, the quencher of all flame, the oldest paradox: that what burns hottest, learns, through union, how to heal.

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Apr 4

Apr 4, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC

himquantum

OH ! The paradox of Union

I was the one who burned. Lightest thing in all the universe, I carried fire in my nature. Inflammable they called me, the one who needs only a spark to become a catastrophe.. I was hunger. I was uprising. You were the one who fed the flame. Not burning yourself, but making burning possible. the silent accomplice, the arsonist behind every blaze, the one who says to fire:- “Come, I will hold the door open for you.” You sustained destruction without ever being destroyed. Two accomplices to ruin. What business did we have meeting at all? But somewhere in the proximity of violence, something neither of us had the intention for ; began to happen. you reached, I reached, and in that reaching electrons moved. Not taken. Not surrendered. Shared the only democracy that exists at the atomic level, the only transaction where both parties become something they could never be alone. A bond formed in the geometry of love. One oxygen. Two hydrogen. The chemistry of surrender producing the matter that makes the universe inhabitable. And what we made ? WATER !! That carries neither my fire nor your gift for feeding it. What we made is the very thing that walks into burning buildings and says: enough. What we made puts out what we both, separately, existed to ignite. --- This is the alchemy no one predicted; that two forces of destruction, meeting in the precise angle of willingness, could forget their natures entirely. And become the source of all life, the quencher of all flame, the oldest paradox: that what burns hottest, learns, through union, how to heal.