I must've believed I was made of elastic
straining myself in five different directions
and even though the pressure shrieked frantic,
the band should've snapped sooner than unexpected.
and now I retreat back to size,
defeated.
Fuck.
I cannot afford to lose any one point.
For one connection omitted means a lopsided star.
the story of my life: a center-missing heart.
Swimming through the universe, one light-year at a time.
NCG 4631 "The Whale Galaxy"
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