No matter how far away
I accelerate,
this inverse-square potential
tries to pull me back
to that place,
tries to tell me I'm essential
to that space
of mind and time
is slowing down
with the weight
of these words around,
the pressure's burning
up the sun,
the vacuum's swallowing
every sound.
I'm paralyzed under
supernova skies,
keep your dreamy looks
and starry eyes
wrapped up in parting glances,
sucked into black hole romances
like your first slow dance is
gonna change your chances
of skipping out on goodbyes and
escaping the event horizon.
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