Blank #8 / Precipice

I’m standing on the precipice

It’s a cliff that I’ve prayed on before

So much so that despite the fact that

I don’t know if I believe in a God or gods anymore,

My fingertips they bear callouses

My palms they bear callouses from

Pressing together so tightly

I pray hard when I pray

I’ve often thought that this maw

In front of us was the end of everything

A darkness that consumed all, a black hole

Do you know that we are made up of the same

Stuff that makes up the stars?

So, what flows through us may not be just blood but stardust?

And we are dying

Every second of every minute of every hour

Of every day brings us closer to that final day

That final hour that final minute that final second that final breath

Which means when we run out of hydrogen

We become giants, or super giants, or supernovas

And if not that then we are simply stars whose

Ill-fated courses end in collision either way

We’ll explode

With this in mind I reconsider the precipice

There is something beautiful in its blackness isn’t there?

Something wondrous in its persistence in swallowing us all?

The end of everything is the beginning of a brand new everything

The end of this universe may be the beginning of a brand new one

So that even now when my heart feels like the most

Congested intersection the world it is waiting

I reconsider the precipice and so

In an effort to take part in reckless acts

Of self definition I jump as I fall

As I let that beautiful blackness take me into

Its folds I know that I will be okay in them

I know we, you and I, all of us

We will be safe in its embrace