I want to be intimate—
to pull into you until we collapse
as a neutron star.
The explosion of radio wave and heat
in which I am unbound. Fractured
like a figment of the heat death of the universe.
And I will be lost—
spinning and spinning so fast you can’t keep
your eyes on me.
Because I am a blur—
the streaking remains of a dead star
as I cool while I spin
to eventually become
nothing.
JKolasch
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