Hour 16: Trying

If I choose to meet the current
I am no longer one, alone.
Instead, two galaxies mingle
drawn by a mounting gravity neither can control.
This is inevitable,
though I don’t believe in fate.
Meet me at my body
we are breaking ground
put your heavy arm around me
rest your heavy head
it’s hard to admit that we are trying

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