The darkness that follows
is not so much an abyss as a singularity.
A lost black hole fatally seducing my wandering world:
Decaying orbit – sense and words spiral in, promising to
subsume this fragile organic in an
obscene epiboly.

You fly in a higher orbit, precessing
in a charged field: defying entropy.
A polar magnetism is inevitable.

Perhaps you might share your momentum;
repulse the deadly clutch of that nuclear force
and accelerate me to escape velocity.