I have returned
returned to see the beginning,
but not only to see,
I have run forward, ever forward, on the path I swore was linear, only to discover that I have traversed the circumference of a hidden dimension. I have been betrayed by dim headlights, they have led me nowhere.
So perhaps I have not come back, for I have never left. Now I acknowledge that I have traveled, miraculously, the event horizon’s perimeter. I must realize, too, that I can never escape.
It pulls me toward the center, never subsiding, never lamenting. I have a single source of comfort; there is a smokey image of a woman I seem to know, that I can barely see, but know is there somehow. She draws my thirst away from me.
Into the singularity.
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