I have to concentrate just to fill up lungs again on the exhale.  My red giant heart has imploded into black hole density.  I know what it’s all for.  I see and know the growth I’m about to be propelled into.  I feel myself understanding.
Is there life after black hole-ism?  I’ll find out.  All I have to do is to force myself to keep breathing tonight, for tomorrow.

I feel old.  Fucking old and fucking tired.

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