#the paradox of star–crossed binaries is that they eventually collide

[exolyrids]

Antipodes

I.

take the telemetric constant of antipodal opposition or star–crossed binaries in their death dance of decaying orbits–– paused on the pathway to mutually assured destruction.

take you and me: diametrically tethered matched footsteps in a stilted dance: north to northwest          south to southeast magnets set alike to like, tied taut with string magnets set alike to not, held fast with steel––

         ––unpredictable attractions: safety in stasis.

(still severed into hemispheres, poles apart. still bound by gravity, and string and steel.)

II.

(cut the tether, set them loose: death–dance to the hangman’s noose.)

fate is two–coined; fate has three faces cold death, consummate attraction         ––momentary stasis

this is the spiral, the snap of steel regression–decay on a two–arc wheel.

III.

the paradox is in the parentheses–– the balance tips, the paradigm shifts––         the parameters crumble.

this is the perspective plane, the conditional to the theorem. this is where antipodes unite        and stars collide, and

even parallel lines       meet at infinity.

#poetry in science #dark academia #science academia #dark academia poetry #dark academic aesthetic #starcrossed #antipodes #poetry puddle #the paradox of star–crossed binaries is that they eventually collide #so they're not so star–crossed after all #and even though they destroy everything between them #in their collision path #and turn into a black hole #sometimes #there's something a little wistful about starcrossed lovers #and something a little beautiful when you see it happen over cosmic scales #in science! gotta love science