Collapse:
density without surface,
equations turning inward.
Boundary:
an asymptote of light,
space skewed into silence.
Matter spirals,
dismantled to radiation,
its record erased in curvature.
Time slows,
tends to stillness,
then is no longer measured.
No centre,
only gradient,
a well without floor.
Poetry
These poems are moments pulled from the folds of everyday life, memory, myth and imagination. They are invitations to pause, to notice, and to enter the spaces between words.
One written each day.
Some days are a prick.
Some are a blessing.
Thorn and Benediction.
My main social presence is at Wordpress.
https://dhjervis.xyz/
I would be delighted to connect with you there.
Thorn and Benediction 
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