was not a gift
made for us.
Maybe it doesn't function
like a service
or product, but
more like a process—
like nuclear fusion
in the sun,
where everywhere
you looked, you'd see tons
of doomed couples
breathlessly speeding
head-on
toward one another,
colliding and expiring,
to create
something rarer,
something heavier
and just a little bit more
precious than they were—
not to mention,
a tiny fraction of heat
and of light
which might make
the lives of some
billions of others
far, far away from there
a little more
possible.
