Matter

I slipped off the viewing platform,
slid under the flimsy handrail
fell down or forwards or up
towards the black hole.

I cursed flimsy safety measures
but knew it was far too late.
Wrong to think I was unique,
I was just atoms, accelerating
without friction towards an
unknowable spiral nothing.

One last view of the cosmos
before I reached the event horizon
and paused

                                             
                                          forever.

I was sliced in two by dark matter,
spiralled to

                                       impossible
         lengths

My former body

   s      c      a       t        t       e      r       e    d


                                   and rearranged

each particle obliterated

  
                             and
         

                             reborn.

endless
                           combinations
                                                                  kaleidoscoping

Until I landed, new familiar feet
standing on a metal surface.
Off balance, I stumbled forward
I slipped off the viewing platform,

Thanks to Ross McCleary for the line ‘I was sliced in two by dark matter’ which he kindly let me use. That line on Twitter started this whole poem.

Photo by Marcus Dall Col on Unsplash

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