Should you, in your misfortune, cross
That nth dimensional reach in space
Ruled in tyranny by some non-place,
Where light and matter both are loss
To gravity’s relentless greed…
Should you naively somehow drift
Within the radius of its draw,
You might then comprehend in awe
The grasp of Michael’s tragic gift,
The appetite of Michael’s need.

st, 12/3/03
Crystal River

For my brother…

© 2003, R.S. Adamcik