As custom dictates,
I survey my domain
from my early-morning throne
and relaxing back dissolve,
with everything else, to atoms
flowing through the universe
on the nickel tour of pulsing nebulae;
We’re each our own shooting star,
unconstrained by relativity or dogma,
focused entirely, for this instant,
on the black hole below.

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