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Collapsing Ghosts

…nothing but a jump from one interaction to another…we can now observe black holes
formed by collapsed stars. Crushed by its own weight, the matter of these stars has
collapsed upon itself and disappears from our view. —Carlo Rovelli

The years’ crowded train hurtled on like a spine pulled from the flesh of a fish.
Like a Doppler field implosion

as hate words entered my skin layers at the neutral syllable speed of a black hole
god who is unseen.

Fit to be tied behind the back of feeling, a hatchet to the lock and heat of what
we emit, I began to feel

nothing, underwater, crushed by our marriage vacuum. So, exploring all limits,
the 66 seabed meters, near

oxygen toxicity from body to bed, I gave myself what I wanted him to give me.
Isn’t that the jump from one

nitrogen interaction to another, the matter of collapsing into ourselves and seen
from a shining distance?

Those who are afraid fight hardest and make a pact with ruin claims on time.
The way gravity doesn’t

exist in space––it is space before I can speak my peace entreaty to be simply
loved and loved again, like

an erotic tide’s heave returning to its demise, only to be repeated, but different
as ghost face of a star

splintered inside the wave’s white beard up there, airborne and yet without air.
Let me be clear.

I can’t think as far as the disappearing hour after faith in the unknown died.
Know too, when

electrons no longer got in the way, I was free to travel alone, praying to myself
inside the dark applause made with

one hand waving from the ledge of light’s lasting tour waveform across this
universe clatter and cluster of Bang Bang––Kiss Kiss.