Event horizon / Love song in middle age
by Jeanne Obbard
While we are alive
while we gather the pages
while we still have nice things
balanced on an edge before age
When we have eaten all the sweetness
when we are made of it
when we have played out all
our strands of matter
When we arrive
we will pass a fine gate
hand over hand
pulling for the perigee
Where all of it gathers to launch itself
backwards, trusting to
what have we left behind or
what we have yet to traverse –
A contrail forming and unforming
from its beginning and its end,
a starfield winged
with abandoned selves
Remix of computer art by Alex Shuper
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