Dialogue With A Strange Man, 6

My electrons tell me to come apart,

To enlarge the stakes of my tent.

So I push out past the tight springs

Of my screen door, hearing it slam

Loudly and snug back into its place.

I spur past the rock walk,

Beyond the worn trail in the yard,

Hop the barbed-wire fence,

And take off, propelled, thru the wilds of the pasture.

The heat is intense, within and without,

Driving every nucleus of my matter

To a fevered pitch,

Every orbiter to near light-speed.

I’m on my course, running warp,

Forward motion of a woman 4 times my size,

Inertia, pulling me out ahead of myself,

While also exerting a force that pulls me from behind.

Great beads of sweat drop into my eyes,

Blinding me.

Still galloping full-steam ahead,

I collide,

Particle to particle

With you.

“Mass times acceleration,”

You said,

Banging big in a frenzied ellipse.

It’s the strange, good looking man,

With an offbeat orbit,

An exponential downdraft,

And an infinite upward one.

We fall trembling and tumbling headlong

In the sandy weeds,

Stickers and burrs flinging and flying like the sparks

That foreshadow the launch.

“Nature abhors a vacuum,” he says,

And the spaces between our masses are shared.

The fission and fusion

Of dark matter and kinetic energy crescendos

To a potential powder keg,

Exploding, trading electrons, and mutating!

The chemical reaction!

My carbon goes to sugar!

Sodium chloride, H2O,

Still pouring, temperature close to burning.

Can’t !      take     !       another    !     degree     !

Eyes of steel still pounding, forging,

Smithing it all, like an ancient Hephaestus,

Into “something worth it,”

He says, finally taking off his glasses.

Surrender!

I pity the cold ones—

The absence of heat!

The fusion reaches zenith peak!

I try to speak,

To acquiesce, too late,

But the moan I emit is off the chart—

A periodical, fractal,

Non-linear resonance.

The high frequency,

Is ultra-amplitude, beyond

Perception by human ear,

But it forms a nuclear, pressure wave,

Going out in every direction!

Ignition—Houston—boiling point!

Steam, smoke, vapour!

Liquid skin has released its captive,

A force of spectral, energy beam

Directed.

24,000 miles per hour exceeded.

Gravity broken,

Feet up,

Floating.

Atmospheric boundaries shattered,

My expanse is stretching still,

To the furthermost walls of my new container—

The edges of the universe,

Still expanding!

“Things have a tendency of going

From order to disorder,”

He whispers.