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I was driven across the country

Just to get away from the black hole

Town where I was born

One autumn day

But mere months later, I returned

I was a human mask

Too bright and colourful to blend

Into my surroundings

So instead I installed

Bright lights with strobe effects

To make the people stare



I would hypnotize and incite confusion



Then we were milling around

Inside the Failure Carnival

Listening to the sound

The music of a thousand screaming kids

Who only wanted off the ride

I rushed past the operator

His hammer mustache twitching

In the glare of neon

As I shoved him off the dais

Slamming my fists on the panels

I watched the beast die slowly



The children stumble off and disappear into the corn fields

Leaving parents behind

Wondering where they went wrong.



I awoke in a church house

With oppressively beige walls

And cushioned pews

Blood red under silver moonlight

And I wasn't alone...

A man with eyes like heaven

And skin like night

Told me to relax because it would all

Be alright

While another man with a smile of fire

Laughed and said I should

Run like hell



I took a breath

Calmly

And ran like hell



Into the grove outside the city

In the field

Where trees like witches' hands

Reached in futile protest

To grasp the sky

And I did not stop running

Until my heart and lungs and pores

Screamed in agony

I collapsed into the ashy land



And that is when it arrived

My angel-daemon guardian-lover

Connection

Completion

Cohesion

With cold heat of vengeful truth



A new self

Borne of dignity and freedom

In a blackhole universe of its own creation

Its own epicenter

Its gravity centered in my heart

Drawing more lives to me

Encasing me in warmth and machinery

Even emotion could not escape

As light collapsed into me



I was self-absorbed, you could say...



Until the beautiful man

With the mouth of decay

Happened upon me

Embedded in the makeshift armour

Of a lifetime of defenselessness

And he swore his devotion to me

With a wink



Five months spent seeking his embrace

More than physical

For that option was never presented

Not even this black hole could

Trap love

But being accustomed to such condition

I moved on

Without warning

Not a word between us spoken

Regarding this separation



I was alone, happily, for the first time



I'd learned what I'd needed to.