I have felt a weight
like a collapsing house pouring down around me,
littering its splintered doors and
jagged runners of glass in my hair,
opening veins for blood to seep
through clutched hands into a darkening nowhere.
This quiet inertia will eventually pull the stars from their
fixed coordinates,
drag the very sky itself into the black hollows of the earth,
to disappear beneath an undisturbed surface
with me at its center,
dazed by flaming years too bright to see directly.
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