Doomed Doomed Doomed

SHE rode in on a waterspout, a cross-country dart/dive touching down in Tempe, Coral Gables, Olympia, Decatur, Belmont Stakes, Montreal--- pausing now as she did for an evening of inquity at small bar on a big street by a big box by a big truck dealer by a big big big. A heart tearing her apart, a love for the Everlasting Globe shoot-twisting her 'cross its vast expanses, unable to build a single human connection, unable, unable. When your YOU is big and vast, to tie down to one person is tantamount to picking one arm-hair follicle and doting on it at the expense of the rest of the body. But such is romance.

They meet, they dance, they hold hands and walk home, they kiss on a sofa and drink water in a kitchen, he fumbles a few chords and sings a few verses, she swoons and shivers and looks up where the moon should be only to see the MOUNTAIN OF CIRCUMSTANCE obscuring it from view, that goddamn Relative-realm Knot of Obscured Angles preventing this Absolute Crush that cares nought for the Limits of the World. They will be together, even if in memories.

He thinks he loves her, but knows its just the chemicals in his brain doing their ancient chemical thing, the bio-dance that cares not for the Civilized, for progress in the world and the actualization of the self. Star-crossed lovers, they dare not kiss again, for a world rests on their shoulders, on their shoulders, on their shoulders.