living on the edge
In a sense we are all doomed,
even if we stay away from black holes.
~ Stephen Hawking
the purple mime
practices his craft in the city center
a square space of grass
& concrete & active imaginations
there he scales the tallest tree
having transformed himself
into a spiderman
finding himself higher than the
tallest nearby building
the spectators looking upward
hands over mouths
using not a single word
somehow he explains
how he’s reached the event horizon
& that possibly
quite possibly
not even escape velocity
could save him now
february two thousand twenty-four
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