I Am Two
halves of the same black
hole. Tearing at my
own skin,
the first dreams of being
a star, wishes for a radiant side
to project outward.
To breathe
in continuum, stretch myself
across a millennium of light years.
The other piece is cold,
reticent, prefers the somber
solace of absence, believes
emptiness is universal.
Echoing nothing is a talent
I have honed like a smile.
Without teeth, I devour my own
tomorrow, grateful
the gift of darkness is eternal
and does not give a damn
how loud any clock ticks.
(http://www.bigriverpoetry.com/index.html)
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