Jason

We used to believe the universe was expanding, until we realized we lived in a vast black hole, the waxing of space just the event horizon swelling as worlds & stars slipped into suddenly pitching space. So we compress like a poem, like a Whitman haiku, a wanderlust inverse to our dim confines, always drifting into the elegiac. But one day we will erupt in radiant plumes, we will once again be ecstatically unwritten.