Event Horizon

 Quiet, overcast morning...
New client sleeping in the next room...
On Hospice...
Just waiting out his time...
Quite a lot of clients lately on Hospice...
Just being kept comfortable
While inoperative cancers grow unchecked...
Waiting for the end...
Palliative care...
The metaphor is apt
As I wait for the divorce to go through...
Just keeping myself comfortable
Until the inevitable end finally arrives...
The state makes you wait
Sixty days
Before considering the case...
In case misplaced soul searching
Causes both parties to reconsider,
Or reconcile...
Or in case biological children, 
Shared by the litigants, 
Are involved...
There are step-kids,
But only for another month...
Not their first potential step-dad
Chased into the wilderness...
Regardless of connections made,
Connections get cut...
Necessarily...
New connections get made,
In time...
Old connections sometimes shrivel
Like umbilicus, and fall off...
Sand turns mountains
Into sand,
Eventually...
Let the winds blow...
Let the rain fall...
Corrosive... Bitter...
However natural or necessary,
It is a subtractive process...
It weathers, then erodes...
Pruning encourages growth...
Creative mind-scaping...
Wringing out the rot...
Washing it away...
Flushing away the waste...
Ideally...
Some people hold on to their trauma
As if it were precious metals and gems...
The dragon's hoard...
Those with no sense of self
Hold on to every scrap of self they can find,
Real or imagined,
Positive or negative,
With a desperation that could extinguish the sun...
It's hard to escape
That kind of gravitational pull
If you allow yourself to get too close
Too fast...
But at the event horizon
You are both torn apart,
And replicated...
Schrodinger style...
Spaghettified and transformed...
Crushed, infinitesimally,...
And then expanded universally...
Reborn...