fitful sleepings part four

free association

slurred ad libitum

'when your pupils are this dilated
you can see micro-singularities'
(being born near a black hole doesn't hurt;
some things you have to see to believe)

'the whole year inn'.....
you throw down your ragged bones
and wait to be exposed

muse while your fuse burns,
what harm can it do?
hope, dream;
like life on the sun,
love is improbable but not impossible

search with your dying eyes,
mitigation may slyly sidle up from behind

or, alone
(not as a function of binary exclusion
but of xenomorphic accident),
you may live life as a silent scream
echoing in the hollow comfort
of our eventual equalisation