One day I tripped and fell
Into the gravitational pull
Of a black hole
And now I fear I am doomed.
What’s funny is
It’s not even black.
It’s the absence of black.
As if that detail will save me.
I drift closer each thought.
I should have lived a dream.
I should have accepted the surprise baptism.
I should have dressed for this.
I never went to see the modern wonders
And returned to tell friends and family.
I was never mortally offended,
Was never moved to great social action.
And now I am naught
In a space of dense…well…space
Instead, I will merely say farewell
As mind leaves corporal machine.
The Proud Dandelion 