Giant Peculiar Tubes in Embrace

A Poem by lyt4

A melancholic scene that I see sometimes when i try to fall asleep, and the thoughts it elicits.

At times when I lay still and close my eyes, trying to sleep,

I see,

I feel,

Enormous, with hard exoskeletons that still allow the flexibility of a worm, cylinders. Plastic-like,

Long, green, two,

Coiled around each other, suspended in the black ether that drowns me, and

Calm.

But tense, like contracted muscle fibers trembling and burning,

Wrestling, neither remotely close to giving in,

And thus the illusion of tranquility forged by the equality of strength.

In the corner, I am small,

In stature and in importance,

I have no reason to be here �" in this room lacking walls. Might just be bigger than the universe that we know (certainly darker) �" intruding on something beyond my capability of understanding.

Dearest Ant, tell me whether the Sun or the Earth occupies the center of the Solar System.

It is an importance that transcends my reason to exist.

The power emanating from the struggle vibrates the air, resonates on my eyelids.

Unfathomable pressure prying,

And they have no choice but to burst open, and I breath a sigh -

Relief.

I turn in my bed - the world is now finite just as I remember.

Very soon sleep urges them shut once more, and I

Reappear in this magnificent blank world and the

Snaking plastic tubes are still locked in each other’s coils,

And they have not moved at all since last time.

And I stare standing on a ledge in a far-away spot,

Captivated,

Hoping not to get noticed.

And

Dawns

On me �"

You know, that way a common word loses all meaning if repeated too many times. That way the periphery disappears if the gaze is held for too long.

The beauty of the struggle,

Like two long-separated brothers, embracing now they are together, each trying to hold the other with more force, with more meaning, until they are locked so tight that neither can breath well enough to move away.

The cylinders wept with the anger of regret and the joy of existing in the present.

My eyelids shivered

And I thought of my own sister, for I have no brother,

And we were locked in each other’s arms, not the apathetic way of forever before - a formality only, limp and hollow -

Not this time.

Instead, crushing each other with a genuine desire for all the planets to align when the other’s moment arrives,

Remembered the years lost for good,

Severed and reconstructed now, exactly - a moment we were both unsure would ever exist in our lifetimes,

Forced to fit together, as they were eons ago, overcoming the disfigurement, rust’s torment over too much time.

And I could hear her breathe in my ear,

Feel the moist, the heat.

In the darkness of the bare universe with no walls, no ceiling, and no god,