At the end of how they are now
Someone will ask, what would you like to be?
They will answer: stars.
And they will be made twin stars.
A too-strong force will bind them;
They will circle
Slowly, slowly,
Every circuit an era,
Until each knows all about the other,
Until the other is all each knows.
Then the pace will quicken.
They will fall,
Collapse into one--
And explode.