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 EVENT HORIZON 
 
 
In this timeline 
you may appear randomly 
an errant quark an electron 
lost in quantum space 
weaving through the reality  
of one small town after another or 
this small town 
 
somewhere 
out of a million skies 
to pick this one 
as if you had any control 
over any of it any way 
 
cresting the horizon 
of that last hill 
met with the same sameness of color 
the brown hills the fogged landscapes 
the ubiquitous crows  
the skeletal stark black locusts 
always the gray you recall 
only the blues have changed  
the row of finger lakes 
startled by the occasional sun 
 
eventually you return  
to a place you never intended 
with or without 
all your faculties 
your stories rushing ahead  
to greet you  
or shadows you trail like wakes 
and following suit 
you remember   
events that didn't occur 
 
the past  
is a collapsing star 
you shrink 
from the crush of  it
 
                             
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