Photo by Shubham Dhage on Unsplash
Sometimes, when the screaming of a million earthly orphans grows too great
I wish I could escape into the vast, cold arms of the universe
Lazily float through the darkness, the muted symphony of the stars scoring time
Endings and beginnings crumbling into dust like our gods, merciless and magnificent
Neatly shedding my mortality like the skin of the snake that tempted Mother
Couriered by the inexorable into unseen hands, feeling self give way to amnestic glory
Eaten leisurely, lovingly, by the black hole I’d hoped was waiting all this time


Comments (1)
I love the image of the Paradise in this!