Sitting on a ledge, on the very edge
feet dangling over the precipice
One false move and off you go
tumbling head first into the vortex,
the whirlpool below, the dizzying swirl of 100 billion
100 billion million constellations
in disconcerting clock work
However, it's only up to one's losing consciousness
that the experience seems the bleakest, Get over it,
it's not like this is your first time. There was that when...
when the comet streaked into the big Mama
and impregnated her with the big bambino,
the opportunity you seized, and leaped into the pod,
no second guessing. Come on, Voyager,
it is as now as it was then, Black Hole of sorts?
Welcome to the Deja Vu universe
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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