Our planets assemble themselves, we can feel the slight vibrations in the Earth's core as the prehistoric alignment creeps into position. Existentialism.
The Apocalypse.
Armageddon.
Only we bear witness to the magic unfolding above us in the heavens. Everything so near, under a magnifying glass.
I nudge. Look.
Pluto, so small and icy at heart, trails behind Neptune, proud blue. Sweep along now.
Uranus, alone on its side, keeps up with magnificent Saturn and her many rings.
Jupiter. How large.
We can see it's massive storm swirl while our eyes become dry from staring. It leads the gaseous outer planets in a dutiful line.
Here comes our neighbor!
Mars, you're so red. Rotate one hundred and eighty degrees.
I spy Venus, yellow with her greenhouse effect.
Gaze beyond, hot Mercury.
Finally, our life, the Sun. Not so hot this time, it knows, it is now only comfort to life returning.
Turn back around.
Not one thing stirs.
Nature is silent around us, awaiting a sweet end.
The stars are as clear as ever, winking at us, telling us it's alright, love prevails beyond the darkness. I squeeze your hand and point to my favorite planet.
You smile.
You reach out on your tip-toes.
A grin erupts as I see Saturn perched on your finger. I stare at the planet revolving in my palm.
I dreamt. I saw. I see. This.
You. Me.
The ground shudders.
The Sun flares.
I step closer and grab your waist. We intertwine. I look right.
Jupiter is falling away in a cloud of gas.
Mars is crumbling gracefully into zero gravity.
It's our turn.
I raise our hands with Saturn perched inbetween.
Earth screams inside out.
Rise above.
Our lips meet and life as we know it is diminishing below us.
Rebirth. Recreate. Redraw the blueprints.
You hug me closer.
The celestial sends its salutations. Why, hello.
