I – Cuboid
I may not have a fear
Of bird’s eye heights
And dark cold nights
But deep down, under
My eyelashes, highlights
On my cheeks,
Lies trembling phobia
Of shapes.
Not ones which when in school
The children learn to draw on paper.
Not those that are constructed
By architects in three dimensions
But one that wrenches out my brain.
An infinite lone lattice,
Quaternion that stretches
Beyond the comprehension of my
Self. Secluded somewhere
In the space between my cells.
I’m scared to die in there
All by myself.
II – Singularity
I often think it’s quite redundant
For human beings to dwell on
The fact of their eventual demise, but
I’ve got to give the credit where it’s due –
The science of how our life will end
Is truly unpredictable, it always is
Until the biggest mental leap.
My heart goes out to those who wish to quit
But me, I certainly despise the speed
With which most wish to leave.
To me, the process of the end should equal
The fullness of my life, the things I managed
To get done. A lot of elegance,
A spacious single vanity
Like being thrown into the singularity.
Thanks to Stephen Hawking,
Humans may now know the theory of shocking
Elements of universe – black holes.
I certainly would like to die in one of those.
Spaghettified, made into a sinusoidal graph
But in no where and in no time
And be expelled from the other side –
A white hole – as bunches of my atoms
That will not make another me
Again.