Blogging Poetry

Paradox

Hold on loosely.

We’ve reached an impasse

…a cliff, you and I.

Most paradoxical,

frustrating riddles,

these flawed calculi.

Are we made of stars?

The bone dust of space?

Hypothetical case:

What if I hugged you

so hard you turned blue?

Then from blue to black

as your Soul collapsed.

Like a star, a Black Hole,

Crushed by my Love,

Once it shone, Black Soul,

Through your wormhole,

I’m gone.


© CGT, 2017.

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