this free-falling foolishness

Black Hole

apropos of nothing
and completely uninvited
You came
and offered Your card

a most unusual calling card, thought
I, curious, attracted to its shimmer
like a magpie
to a bright thing

I reached, I grabbed, I looked
into its mirror sheen and that’s when
the piece called “me” popped
out of the jigsaw puzzle

lost its grip, back-flipped
(most unladylike: toes over head)
floated down a yawning wombhole:
dark light, dark light

and the little blip that’s broadcast
by beings – the one that positions a mebody
in time and space – became fainter and fainter and
finally faded out

leaving just this free-falling foolishness,
this cascading chortling laughter;
this trackless trace
of The Great Fool

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