Event Horizon – revision v0.2

Here is a hand drawn lifetime
Which I hold up to the light,
Just as it appears in reality.

It looks too much like
A troubled, drawn, mess.
Which beggars belief.

A torn strip of a B existences, 
Drudged in the gloopy syrup of time,
Slow and secluded, styled and misled.

Deceived and deluded
Dumb and derided.
It is a simple, singular blip in universal time.

As the three arrows pointed out,
Insignificant, as this life is,
Most don't even make it to an event horizon.

And the case for a Timescape?
And the case for a Singularity?
And the Event Horizon?

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