This is the event horizon.
There is no time,
there is no looking back
at the waterless moons
or the stars that follow me,
their light nearly gone.
I end to begin
and there is no fear
as gravity squeezes me
tight in its arms,
carries me home
across the dawn,
where nothing
feels like
everything again.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
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That last line is incredibly powerful to me. Great poem!
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I should clarify – “where nothing feels like everything again” – just beautiful!
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Thanks, Amy. ❤
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“I end to begin.” So good to read your beautiful words again. And what a perfect photo to go with them.
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You’re very kind. Thanks, Tamara. x
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OUROBORIC, INFINITE, WHAT AN AMAZING UNIVERSE.
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Amazing indeed, Susan. I love the word “ouroboric.” Thank you.
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Another “Oh, wow!” and kudos to you, Adriene!
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Sincerest thanks, Martha. 🙂
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Again, I am in awe…
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You’re awesome! ❤ Thank you.
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