A quick flash of
another is all it takes--
that other, with
such gravity that your fantasy
will quickly
accrete like a nascent planet,
a new world where
you alone will reside,
in a castle of the
mind, subconscious Xanadu,
the torment of an
immortal dream you step into
willingly, this
liquid amber that will hold you
tighter than any a
lover--this place possessed
with star-strength
gravity, or black hole better yet--
felt, not seen,
making you a prisoner of physics,
your tight orbit
with no escape but for the
inevitable
collapse, consumption and crush.
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