Enthralled

I slide myself down
onto my back
cushion my head
with my arms
I don’t want to leave
this embalming embrace
for the seconds it takes
to fetch chair, cushion
I’m in thrall
to the ball
of gas-emitting energy
at the centre of my galaxy

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