I am a finely tuned machine. I am falling. In a tree On a rock. Whirlpool Gravity Spiral Galaxy Singularity Abyss. Maybe I can sprout a few feathers.
Nothing can escape the darkness They say.
It pulls It sucks you in. Out of the sky Off your pretty little perch Into the dirt. Call it anything you wish. It is the substance which holds the universe Inside my head. Nothing lasts forever except. . .