I catch myself wondering
if all this quiet chaos
will resolve —
a black hole collapsing,
internal and unseen.
Or will the nebulae
of bursting into being
extend beyond the edges
of who I am and was?
Will they see me give up
on giving up?
I've been led to believe
that new beginnings like these
happen in an instant —
a distant flicker on cosmic rings.
But what if my future,
much like anything
worth seeing through,
devours an abundance
of time? What if
I must surrender
years of light and breath and
atoms to outrun
the galactic hunger
of my unrepenting mind?
Mar 24, 2023
Mar 24, 2023 at 8:40 AM UTC
I catch myself wondering
if all this quiet chaos
will resolve —
a black hole collapsing,
internal and unseen.
Or will the nebulae
of bursting into being
extend beyond the edges
of who I am and was?
Will they see me give up
on giving up?
I've been led to believe
that new beginnings like these
happen in an instant —
a distant flicker on cosmic rings.
But what if my future,
much like anything
worth seeing through,
devours an abundance
of time? What if
I must surrender
years of light and breath and
atoms to outrun
the galactic hunger
of my unrepenting mind?
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