poetry

sagittarius a*

What pretentious ceremony I make...

            Though unwitnessed,
    What pretentious
      Ceremony I make
Of a rented-movie night,
    A laugh too-peacocky
In the effulgence of 4K-light.
        All the while,
    An impossibly distant,
Ravenous black hole
  Tapers its teeth
      On the accreting whole
        Of matter and time
        In a star-bar bowl
      At the middle of the Milky Way.
  It may well be a fallacy
Or twist-physics multiplicity:
          My tiny life,
      My quotidian,
  Bit-better-than-simian day;
But I’ve got on
      Fancy boxers anyway
    And click-to-play
            Something sci-fi…


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