quantum (or implosion)

no matter what space-time theory you annually subscribe to,
some of us are on a collision course
with an object of greater size, of greater importance.

all our conscious efforts to change course are in vain.
like the gods men pray to, plead mercy to,
our subconscious is biologically or selectively deaf, mute.

an unknown creative-destructive force brings together things
so that they can get to know each other, wear off their novelties
& warranties, so that they can discredit themselves.

on some days, we walk towards this object with acceptance or resolution;
on others, as if to counter or make up for our apathy or defiance,
the streaking object rushes itself towards our mobile addresses.

but have no fear, everyone in the science-fiction community
agrees that the impact of our eventuality shall be minimal,
microscopic (if we're being honest).

aside from having to look out for some bubbles bursting,
some balloons popping, & a sidereal object bellowing & burping,
you should be scot-free to worry about your palpitations.


c. a. campos, 2012.