You are a potential black hole
If you could crush yourself down to a certain size
If you could fit a billion trillion of you
In the sperm cell that started all this
You would hover there in your own gravity
And slowly pull everything towards you
A microscopic hungry ghost to devour our world
A gnat that could swallow an elephant
Sometimes I squeeze myself down
So tight I feel blood popping
Lungs caving in
See galaxies behind the planets of my eyes
But I never get there.
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Joe Blogs, Sept 2023