cosmo is on vacation
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6:42 am Village Magdalene. 6°C. I wait for the charter.
6:45 am Village Magdalene. 6°C. The charter arrives.
I look at the driver and ask, “Where’s your Cosmo?” I hear someone say “Cosmo is on vacation.” Then the flash in the sky. It couldn’t be the sun. It had already been born once. How would I be born again?
Much less could it be the moon, which does not emit light, only reflects. It could be Salvation. But again it would deceive me.
It was the disjunction of a star. Farther than I can understand. More light than I had ever seen. I did my ‘calculations’ and thought about the number of light-years needed for us to witness such a phenomenon. I would cheat again. I must have got the ‘calculations’ wrong.
It was today and it was yesterday. Time changed with the light. The wind changed with time. And Vila Madalena no longer mattered. It mattered the love he would not have with me. The family that would no longer be at the table. It was the end of the cosmos. So I saw it, and many saw it too.
What was a disjunction of a star became a junction of everything. Mercury looked like the Moon, and we all looked like it. And they all turned into comets. Bodies smaller than their minds. And we were no longer unique. We had never been unique, but now we knew it. And we saw our pasts in centaurs and asteroids. And I saw myself. And I saw you. And I loved it again. As before, as it was. For aeons.
We were stars then. We grew up in the stars, Astros and atriums. And rings of worlds accommodated us without knowing it.
And then I didn’t wake up.