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Come What May

by Mike Acker

We are cognizant
of the black hole
at the heart of all
expectations,

yet our love
feels like an orbit,
slow and elliptical,
around a private sun.

I seem flighty
as though driven
by the panic of
self-propagation.

While you,
sufficiently immune
to the shadows
of destruction,

are committed to
the growth of an Eden
come what may;
day or night.


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