So. I. Do. This.

You don’t have to be lonely.
I am right here waiting to light up your eyes.
I am a dying sun and you are right,
I am the realest danger around,
but I had to become this white dwarf to learn – men
would/will study my ways. So I do, this.

I clone my moons.
Until no one can withstand the multiplicity
and now being cloaked with radiation;
scorched from self-annihilation
(scars=stoicism). So I, do this.

A more tantalizing outcome
for planets without rings. I get no
adulation, while the hot as hell mercuric ones
dance in the spotlight. All
near the lovely green and blue
Earth Ball. Thirsty men awaiting.
So, I do this.

Am Uranus. Am Pluto.
The laughing stock and the far-flung.

I am black holes.
The self-implosive tendency so easy
I can do it for breakfast
then eat what’s left-over for lunch and dinner
while still clung tight to your orbit.
So I do this.

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