Extraordinary Destiny

I think about the mirror
In the corner of my room;
How it cracks and bends and breaks
Each shining clone.

The warp that runs right through it
Tells a tale of last and wit,
Though I know the face is
No more than my own.

But despite its varied limits
And the crack upon its face,
I would trust its broken echo
With my life;

For if ever I should stumble
Cross a pool of only charm
I would wonder how it lasts
Through toil and strife.

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Supermassive

My mother was a black hole,

Supermassive,

A star collapsed on itself

Built into something greater.

She existed at the center of everything

Terrible and lovely,

Shaping our tiny slice of the galaxy

In whatever way she saw fit.

I can see, now, that she could  not help but implode

Time and again,

Restructuring  herself each time with stolen bits of the lives around her.

This is the nature of everyday, ordinary lives,

Even if nature abhors a vacuum.

 

Drift

I went to the dock

Yesterday,

The one where we met.

 

It had gone to seed:

Cold and wet,

Nearly forgotten.

 

I could fix it up

Probably,

Replace the dead boards.

 

But that might ruin it,

this memory;

The thought of your smile.

 

You might look at me

and see air

drifting and empty.

 

I look at you and

see the sun

shining through the rot.