the point of intersection

when two universes run parallel, at one poignant and perfect moment they collide in a simple interaction, an intesection of you and me and this time there's nothing in between and here we are. there it is. all is always now. there is no such thing as coincidence. just the dipping in and out of these universes in occasional touch and go kisses and the fleeting recognition of it all.

my vagueness is overwhelming, but at this point (so to speak) it's the thrill of the words, the roll of the tongue, the clicking of keys, the inherent rhyme... don't fault me for this. i'm a prosiac.