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Dying Star

13 Jun

My heart is a dying star,
when I walk to the bus
stop, the mist & fog
dissolve around and
Into me.

The concrete sidewalk
catches the pieces
falling from me,
absorb back into me.
I become a mass of broken pieces.
my mass outweighs the light.

At the bus stop,
the star reaches for my thoughts.
Swallows them
and those of the people around me.
They disappear,
I breathe them in.

Wind rushes past me.
Growing louder
at my center, it hums and screams
I can hear it protest
as it careens into
me, into the star
into the widening Space.
It is lost with a hiss.

Walking to work, I
I am no longer a dying star.
I am a Space – a black hole.

Everything gravitates towards me.
Eyes, ears, cars
exhaust
mist, fog, hands.
Everything disintegrates into me,
becomes a part of me.

Light and mist gain speed.
They run in.
The Space widens,
no longer just a black hole.
Rather a deep, black, living hole.
a being
a thing. No beginning,
no end.

Pass by a window,
look at it.
It’s a hole without edges –
I imagine I look at an enigma.

The Space is me.

My fingers are black.
My eyes are replaced
by fathomless cavities.
I am no longer
me.
really.

Only a dying star,
a black hole.
pain, hope, loss, love
sadness
become nothing.
I become nothing.
Am Nothing
Nothing.

but a dying star.

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Ending

7 Jun

It’s me.
Click.
Silence.
Dial tone.

Walk over, sit down
No, wait.
Pace,
thisĀ out.

Knock
knock, knock.
Who is it?
It’s me.

Lock.

Creak, crash
Boom.
Shudder, lurch.

Collide
into ______.

Sigh, collapse
fall down
come in.

Let’s begin,
again.