Black Hole - Dead star

The weight on my shoulders
Like boulders and
Imploded stars
Pulling with
Gravitational forces of
Jupiter, Mars

More masses, gases, vapour trails
Life inhales
Impales
Sporadically
Captivating a pain
And meteor rain
And comets,
Rendering me
An ice-dust cripple.

Who siphons substance
To her dense neutron laden core
Space adventure they told me.

Hold me now
Before the vacuum consumes,
My space-ache heart,
Lonely photon package of my dreams.

It seems,
I am not a voyager of this
Or any other world,
But love, the well worn brain paths
Of biochemical sickness,

God only knows -
Our spiral arm
Dwarfs this crazy cadet
Even in her macro glory

Swallow yew, swallow story
And the drug
Whose unknown action,
may bring some peace
To the angry swirl
Of violent activity
Expanding until
The Universe end.

So I shall say goodnight
Where bright moons rotating
Dance the last dance bright
Of an ancient era
Draw nearer
That you may never forget
The scent
Of verve.