Dark Matter
by Jack Myers
I've lived my life as if I were my wife packing for a trip—I'll need this and that and I can't possibly do without that!
But now I'm about what can be done without. I just need a thin valise.
There's no place on earth where I can't unpack in a flash down to a final spark of consciousness.
No place where I can't enter the joyless rapture of almost remembering
I'll need this and I'll need that, hoping to weigh less than silence, lighter than light.
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