The mad god
consumes us
one by one
day after day
and swallows
to places us
at the center
of the center
of creation.

In the mad god’s belly
resides a black hole
not strong enough
to collapse
the mad god’s
galactic bones
and star dust sinew.
The black hole grows
collapsed particle
by collapsed particle—
which is all I am
under pressure.
Not quite the size
of a single
ink jet droplet
thirty-three microns wide
on a pristine
white page
and just as flat.

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