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In sunlight,
cinnamon circles.
Chocolate zodiacs
in shade.
The black holes
in their middles
are for me
a downfall
sweet.
As I teeter
on the event horizon,
the fact impresses
itself upon me
that what is drawn
into the deepest heart
will not retreat.
Your gravity,
as I pitch,
pulls me,
moves me singularly,
with warm arms,
to the point
where I am crushed
to the infinite.