White Hot Apocalypse

The red stoplight turned green. The four cars in front went at the same time and so did the ones behind. Everything as it used to be ceased to be as there was a collective and conscious moment to rid ourselves of wave harmonics. We all closed our eyes at the same time, fell asleep, woke up, bit into our food, went to the bathroom, showered, got naked and dressed, got close, pulled away, awkward, brilliant and resilient.  Just as my mother shoved a spoon of baby food into my mouth, my daughter gave birth to a son. Before it could be stopped, everything merged into a hot ball of intensity.