EVENT HORIZON
is it just the taste of coffee
welcomed by my neurons as I observe morning sun on the apartment panels
or did you say hello?
a moment of love
redeems years in the grave
many waters cannot drown it
and you said you would dwell in thick darkness
is it just the taste of coffee
or is this some kind of verge?
are we all tilting gently over the event horizon?
I seek library aisles and abandoned warehouses and avoid cutting my bare feet on shards of glass
as the summer rises thick and wild at a familiar frequency
I see a wedding
I see a bride
I see it all spinning on an axis

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