An odor in the nitrogen

Two students enter

As the field starts its spacetime equations,

The leaves on the trees whisper in the wind

Nervous yet cheerful, they rattle “here we go!”

The worms beneath the soil burrow

There’s an odor even in the nitrogen

Jupiter and Mars square off above

Generating a hum; a cosmic accompaniment

The two take their stance

As they widen their shoulders and hips,

Bend their elbows, knees and necks

In opposition, only to relish in one another's gravity

They nod their heads in fellowship

Recognizing that they both breathe the same air

Displaying themselves in proud humility,

they raise their eyebrows in agreement,

“I’m in.”

Their stomachs quiver

And then settle

Symmetrically bewitched, tremors thrill the air

The field intensifies

Unconfined electricity provokes a step towards one another

As they move in,

an irrepressible grin

Forward, Back

Hot, Cold


Bound, Free

Intrigued, Disgusted

High-harmonic generation

Anharmonic stagnation

Rejoicing. Suffering.

Death. Rebirth.

Life means keep surrendering.