let her try to emasculate gold
dare him to evoke it
watch as they burn at the edges
becoming glass figurines—hollow to hold the sunlight
dance among the menagerie of light
she speaks in whispers of rye
he moves in embers, leaving pieces of him to consume those he touches
her words are like Impulse—
only surviving in the moment, only lasting for an instant, but engraving the surrounding world for an eternity
When they are here they transcend all limits of time
Yet when night falls, they combust, their ashes cushioning the footsteps of those less extraordinary.
And the world is quiet for a while.
people fall in line, emotions turn monochromatic and things move, inhale, exhale, consume, wrong, right, tire, bore, kill, slow
then the world explodes