Supernova

I went supernova
Invisible matter trust outwards
In waves and relativity
Does not concern me
Neither does this strange theory
Of gravity. There are no certainties
Just disembodied entities
I am not governed by the clock
I divorce myself from this force
Curvature, an overture, an encore
There are four dimensions
But we see only three
Changing shapes, Circles stretch
`Then they are compressed
Elevating, enervating
I deal with distortion, with contortion
I pass though unscathed.

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