Nova

Dark passions pressing outlines on our eyes,
suppressed thoughts brood and stir in isolation.
Twin stars in symbiotic spirals of inevitability,
slowly drawing closer to a mutual destruction.

Damoclean fear for letting go keep us in line,
constraints bind us to our chosen paths.
Together we are doomed and safe at once,
spiral ever inward to our kindred hearts.

Futures both wild and tender.
Visions dance in fear,
paths both chosen and made.
To submit or persevere?