As all, I await that dark hand
to take me as I fall
into the edge of darkness
black passed night

cup me this my littered path
crumpled to a paper ball
first loose like a student’s maths
homework, a bored waste basket game

then crushing dense denser
dense as neutron stars
reduced to a gleam of fundaments
a pea sized pure integrity

rubbed then to an ashen nothing
between a finger and a thumb
dusted off into the cosmos
ornament of love
become what becomes

(c) A. H / K. H-H (29 November, 1 December 2018 and edited 25 December 2018)