I hang on the edge of this universe singing off-key,
talking too loud,
embracing myself to cushion the fall.
I shall tumble into deep space
never in this form or with this feeling to return to earth-
It is not tragic.
I will spiral through that Black hole,
losing: skin, limbs, internal organs
searing my naked soul.
Landing in the next galaxy
with only my essence
embracing myself
as
I dream of you
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