Breaking the Sun A family of particles cluster and fall eons apart before we know anything vital of their light Like siblings sent unknown into lifetime-love sent also with all the vitriol in the universe This crimson glow has no finish line for light's translucent runners, only voluble atomosphere burning pink with proximity Imploding emotion gets to be pretty dada without a doubt exploding haphazardly from heart to heart to galaxy Fuck love without fucking, survival trumps and turns most fragements away from themselves Grasping at the cosmic illusion of something formed even as it breaks apart is about right A lost tribe of one person is all of us holding onto each other for a better glimpse of diminishing self So many rays fall unknown upon earth's opaqueness You would think we would learn to see through it ****** will hochman