Reversed hours
stand there,
deep in thought
still unsure
which way to go
to count the earthly
pulsing heartbeat
or the luminous, vivid
cosmic flares
maybe they will spin
down into a black hole
or perhaps
they will become still,
freezing
in the silent event horizon
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC
Reversed hours
stand there,
deep in thought
still unsure
which way to go
to count the earthly
pulsing heartbeat
or the luminous, vivid
cosmic flares
maybe they will spin
down into a black hole
or perhaps
they will become still,
freezing
in the silent event horizon
for Irinia
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