Solar Storm

it’s a grave lack of gravity
and the chemistry is all chemical–
alchemy provides a breath of fresh air
in empty space–the black Hole
putrid and pungent, pervading the senses
insensible nonsense
or
sensual sensation

I’ve lost my bearings the way Earth is losing her magnetic fields
and soon nothing to repel the solar wind
light–bursting through to become

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