Did I see you move into the night, knocking at
the sky and becoming one with the universe?
Did I feel that odd fusion cast its colours over me
that I should believe and hope? Even as I were
a large magnetar, collapsing within itself
for you, all the sound and light becoming a
mere whisper of dissolving energy particles in the eventuality!
And should I then muster up again, speed, so much like a sparkler
in the blackhole of disillusionment, but with resilience, and rustle
up mass to become a gigantosphere again, to match you and
meet you stride for stride? Did I live eternally for this –
passing the seeming Rubicon, and then ending up
behind it once again? To cluster up again. Like the
universe asks for my death, yet wants my life; like
I am a prisoner perpetually caught between the tides
of space-time. Should you sweep all the strings of the universe
so that there are no longer twelve dimensions to
confound our loyalties, no more a multi-layered democratic contest,
no more sides to take, but like a lace that is
thrown open to the dead-end choice of me, picking up whichever
loose end I choose to, for it only to become an
eternal gift of restitution; and not one of eternal death and defeat!
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