Rotating over and over
Black space curls about his body
White glove
Black face
No trace of where he'd been
He shivers
Cold orbits his eyes
Pierces his spine
Through fibers dense
He winds along invitingly
Open to the empty cold
"Catch me.
Catch me now."
He curls
Cradled in the freezing
Black empty pinpricked

He groans
And tightly in a ball
Over and over falls
Swift-shifting round an atmosphere
Golden and gone.

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