3WP: Satellite, Thread, Disposition

A single red thread connects us:

A planet to a satellite —

Gravity pulling us into the same orbit.

Our universes colliding,

Breaking open in front of each other,

Your disposition accepts these facts

As reckoning,

Mine? As perhaps more meaningful.

But there are no coincidences.

We have lived and died in different dimensions

Until our vibrations aligned.

I'll say we assembled (in spite of) the multiverse,

You'll bow to string theory.

A single red thread connects us

No longer taut.