black marble galaxies,
swirling opal beams
of light, drop like
eggs onto my eyes,
I am a bleeding star
there is oneness with
the universe out there,
what if the dates and numbers
repeating throughout my life
were a premonition, were a ticking
clock predicting the moment of my
death,
what if I am God and I'm all alone?
the numbers in my head are
simple math, a writing on the wall
I left for myself a warning at end of time,
universal death,
I've all but forgotten
my omnipotence...
my fingers are gone,
just darkness now and staring into nothing
a dream
a dream
from which I'll never wake--
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