10/23/11

We've Met
By James Dye


Every day;
every night
She's white beside
my black away.
She’s hope beside
my lo despair
in Euclidean space;

the same track as chaos;
the same ruler as harmony.

When alone we intersect like music but
never together parallels with silence yet.
It is on a minor note saddening.
It is on a major note brightening.
We fall apart piece by piece.
We rise back whole in entirety.

I always want to be next to her curves.
I always want to connect to her body.
I always want to be a part to her soul.
So I will back up and park between us.
So I will turn down a drive away for her.

In every universe from its inflaton to its implosion,
in every element from its upstarts to its explosion,
I will wear the fabric of her being for infinity
as my constant reality is beautifully designed.

She is the Big Bang resonating my hadrons on strings.
She is the creation of the ring, the baryons to mesons.
She is everything, gravity, magnetic and electric
and I am nothing, falling, apart in heavy attraction.

I’m sometimes weak.
I’m always not strong.

We start together as a microcosm in the sea.
Then we'll evaporate to the sky to live our lives.
And when we fall down we'll still be together.


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James Dye is an undergraduate in English at the University of Dubuque. He's also an emerging writer whose has already appeared in a good number of journals and anthologies.