the windup

we’ve run out of the primordial –
stalling stars, spinning chaotically
destined to crash into one another
in a beautiful supernovae. or perhaps,
we strip our essence into one another,
merging as one soul at the loss of
individuality. or would gravity falter,
ripping open a black hole as a seam
in the night sky that governs the
both of us – i've always wondered
how we would end.

how much would you pay
to light up y/our star again?