Compressing All To Infinitely Heavy And Small Poem by Margaret Alice

When nervous tension takes over
when we can’t sleep and feel all
jittery on the inside, when tension
doesn’t allow us to lie down at all

When life turns into a riddle that
baffles completely, when nothing
makes sense any more, when we
stare at the empty heart of the

Milky Way, a nebulous black hole
that sucks in objects and light,
compressing all to infinitely heavy
and small – then

Time comes to a standstill, space
falls away, all limits vanish and
only darkness and sadness
remain…