Do you feel the pressure
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you down?

Do you feel the weight of distance?
Unbearable to me,
invisible to you.

Could time tick slower if we are near?

Like a trampoline
we could bend space and time.
Trying to find
the right x to the y.

Are you pulling me into chaos? Or
pushing me into reality?
Forcing me to deal with the gravity
of scarcity.

I try to change the station,
but there is too much interference.

I look for clarity.
You are the biggest star,
fundamentally.

The push and pull has left me
deformed,
underperformed.

Yes.
You are outdated.
Yes.
I’m disoriented.
Yes.
You are obliterated.

Yet,
I will keep orbiting.

It’s time to release;
the ripples are heavy.

It’s time to collapse
and become a supernova.