If Nothing Is Coincidence I Wouldn't Want To Miss Anything

I do not run at the pace of accomplishment,      
I am far too careless to be unraveled      
about the next time we'll meet again,      
holding onto the strings of my emotions      
running on thin membranes from dimension      
to dimension.      
       
We move like ripples in time connected by      
the weeks and months that tick away on fast forward      
through trials seen and faced through millennia      
pulled closer in ellipticals. Two pre-destined objects      
on a collision course before the supernova.      
       
Our conjoined thoughts are mirrors: electric charges      
appearing and reappearing- two opposites attracting,      
parallels in the same space. We are the bend      
in each others fabric, essence language can't describe      
       
And      
       
When we touch lips in elegant dis-order at points      
where we connect, the clock above us will tick      
to an absolute stand still before we break apart      
in new directions until the next life.