supermassive arsehole

as i was circling the event horizon of a supermassive black hole
i could dive in, leave this world behind, body, mind, spirit, soul
this voice told me not to, that there was still some hope left
to me that was incredible because i was feeling so bereft,
that chance exists for each of us right up until the last
to reach out as a light then, shines from elsewheres.
A final gasp of creation, fleeting, wonderful, bright,
like the breath of life that leaves us right then,
at the end of things, at the end of days, so
holding out for someone to save us well
is frankly just impatient and lazy but
not to take the hand that offers us
salvation and a path to another
place, to finally see the face
of whoever, whatever it is
that resides wherever
it is would seem a
little ungrateful,
shameful but
maybe that
is why we
don't feel
as if we
ought
to
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