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The Collision of Neutron Stars
I didn’t see it coming but I should have. The gravity waves only tremors. A kilonova of this disconcerted affair. 24 carat gold between the Heinz ketchup and the empty Pinot Grigio. Spinning inwards morphing us sucked down into the black white heat kiss of a billion suns. Lost to her deity of idols.
©nicholas catlin
