as I wonder what supermassive black hole

I must build a cosmology around

my faintest flutter of heart

will sustain no further fantasy of expectation

and justification       I do not know what vortex

will consume all conditions or consciousness

but shortly a lifetime of waiting will reach

its apotheosis and in a mere time of three

more spins or so around the sun

this world will finally after the eons of prophecies

see exactly and finally how this long-awaited apocalypse

will really go down     and at last we will stand on  a precipice

entirely what we are and  our actual living reality

at last sustained by Awareness    our notions released

                                                                           *

oh here I go again

another listless depressed day

and I'm taking refuge in my imagining

of transcendence

hard to live with the false

assumptions

and a thousand times worse

to live without them

                                                                              *

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