Where do we go from here when there’s no here or there anymore only the Euclidean descent of elementary particles coalescing into quark world I am the original muon a fixed elemental particle which simply is what it is it cannot be sub-divided not like those trashy boys those neutrinos are not refined clubbing up with them bosons fundamental force boys the only dudes who can handle strong and weak nuclear force magnetism and that ancient sciatic pain in my back gravity defies the standard model something there is that doesn’t love the wall of general relativity yet at the end of the day and at the edge of the event horizon I hold you in my arms and hug you and in that small isolated moment when the rancid breath races and the terror in your eyes explodes our universe has moved quintillions of miles out into the black hole beyond light silent night bright
Mark writes poetry and fiction. He holds a BA in English from the University of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana and a BS and MBA. He is a lifelong resident of the Chicago area and currently lives in a northern suburb near the shore of Lake Michigan. His poem “The Tides They are Rising on Up” recently won third prize in the Poetry Society of Virginia Anne Spencer Memorial Prize Category “Overcoming Adversity”. His current work will be appearing in: Calliope, Former People Journal, Sincerely Magazine, Mignolo Arts, Blue Lake Review, Naugatuck River Review, East on Central, Grey Sparrow Journal, Griffel Magazine, Voices Magazine, Wood Cat Review and The Rockvale Review.
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