Weightless Gravity

Everyday, in free-fall,
you fight black holes
and the stickiness of dark matter,
the gravity that clings to you
like tendrils of sea weed,
fishing for your sanity in the depth,
in the ocean of the starless void
where thickest nothingness ensnares your limbs,
until directionlessly it pulls you apart
until at the end of the universe
you rebound into singularity