I Was Thinking
At break point
Will I split wide open into two fractured selves
or will I implode masterfully
Gracefully
Sucking the energy of all passerby souls
into my ever–spinning ear–splitting
Gluttonous void
I see extinction living here like chronic dust
Three–dimensional matter piling their sins
into a one–dimensional room – I can only
bring question
For nothing is certain
but death
under a flaming red sun
or a dry silver–white moon
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