deus ex machina

Does the twin flame only burn because the fire will never tie the knots? Two lighthouses who will never look the same way at the same time. Two candles that will never melt into the same pile. Dying a slow -yet distanced- death, just like a nobleman does. A death cum laude.

The king of the underworld roams the streets in disguise, moving from one unavailable system of organs to another, perhaps searching for Persephone in the shadow of every honeybee he encounters. Why do we build a wall? he asks a crowd of unfamiliar faces, rushing past them without even listening to their mumbly answers. Walking along without ever smelling the roses.

Libraries worth of books still lack answers as to why the postmortem of twin flames is often skipped in myths. Not a single answer as to what would happen if, after the chase that felt like it was never-ending, Poseidon managed to get Demeter? 

Yet perhaps even in the greyest pile of ashes there remains a single spark, ready to once again turn Earth into a living hell for another set of Isis and Osiris.

Deus ex machina.