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I was a laser, focused
a coherent ray of light
bending gravity and empty space
infinite in my singularity

Now I am scattered, buckshot
cleaned and dressed and strung up
reduced to writing on credit card offers
matches left unstruck and deals unmade

Too old to continue bearing the load
failing again to be a lover leaving
a candle in the window
has only arsoned my abode apart
ashes in the wind while
embers hum autumn colours