I borrowed your pain and

the pills they sent

to subdue the orbit of

impotence

until gravity softened,

releasing the mass

of our bodies

untethered.

When your atoms dispersed

my reflection fled,

the refraction of light

caught in a chasm,

a stylus trapped in a

hollowed groove

the turntable purling,

purposeless.

Now I sing to fill the

negative space,

to find myself

in the absence of form,

my farraginous face

a Rubin’s vase,

matter

seeking countenance.

My nucleonic notes

collide,

composed of

incandescent hydrogen,

my hot core the

cadence of fusion,

rising in coruscant

crescendo.

I am Helios

driving my chariot

to horizon’s edge,

my flaming horses

unbridled,

not knowing myself

until across the vast abyss

Aristarchus named me sun.

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