By Siobhan Atkins
Who knows the weight of a collapsing star
I only know it has crushed me
After holding that space alone for so long
My arms have given way and folded
Concertina-like
Against this brittle cold
Where even the promise of supernova
is extinguished
Nery nice.
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I’ll echo that sentiment.
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Excellent!
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