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,

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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.