Victor de Schwanberg/Science Photo Library
I traverse an
infinite divide
divining an
immanent encounter
[I stop breathing]
there is stillness
stabbing pain
radiates from
my sternum
I hear the
scratching
blue pen
across paper
which is always
disembodied
from these
phantom lines
[silent wings]
images that console
today I
remember
the future
[my life is a black box]
decomposing
multiverse born
of a supermassive
black hole
I exist in a
quantum state
ever approaching
an event horizon
you observe me
fixed in the
fabric of spacetime
death mask photograph
relativity commits
its heinous crimes
thieving my life
through an illusion
of immortality
[body bag encasing stardust]
temporal dimension
limits the possible
each choice assembles
molecules of tomorrow
ghost projections of
shattered worlds
[I never know what it means]
causality slips sideways –
on alternating days I die
or write poetry
chords of enduring agony
atoms of memory disfigured
until there is nothing left
but my intimacy with oblivion
[I await the blessed kiss of an immanent being]
Chromapoetica 
this completely sucked me in. I can hear the scratch of pen on paper, see the star dust and feel the silent wings.
You write with such an artistic determination. Whenever I check in with the blogs (rare as it is) I look forward to seeing what you’ve come up with. You’ve managed to say so much in this piece – there’s that top layer of vivid imagery, but then so much going on beneath the surface. I love this: “I exist in a
quantum state
ever approaching
an event horizon”, and there’s a brilliantly Confessionalist undertone to “causality slips sideways –
on alternating days I die”. Top drawer stuff