To Exist

The inevitable heaviness of being beats hard against my bones. The uncertainty pounds quietly, silently, knowing residence in my head.

I hang over the edge of my shelter; half torso out the door.

A new universe will soon manifest, with me as its centre. Will any familiar moons circle?

Who will accompany me and who will be lost in the momentum; it’s all stardust, really.

What does it matter, anyway.

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