Prose Poem

Written 2025 as an exploration of form and inspired by the images from Wikipedia

The Cosmological Implications and Astrophysics of My Divorce- Meta-Analysis of Datasets 1999-2009

Randi Jo Bruner has no conflicts of interest to this study.  She has never received a research grant from the human experience. The author whose name is listed immediately and legally certifies that they have NO affiliations with or involvement in any organization or entity with any financial interest (such as honoraria; educational grants; alimony, participation in speakers’ bureaus; membership, employment, consultancies, stock ownership, compensation for 5 years unpaid full-time childcare, possible inheritances or other equity interest; and expert testimony or patent-licensing arrangements), no emotional interests in humiliating, causing pain, any form of falsehood being presented, declares no defamation, or intent of embarrassment, shame, pity and self-pity, no claim of victimhood, victimization, or ethical dilemmas, or any non-financial interest (such as personal or professional relationships, affiliations, knowledge or beliefs) in the subject matter or materials discussed in this following manuscript.

I thought I married well. It ended in divorce. It turned out I did actually marry well. A well of darkness, lit with gaslight, generational trauma that should have been boarded over, and one that had run dry because it was a well that was about as deep as a puddle really, an illusion and follie a deux. Oh how I cherished it! We excuse the spatial distortions when we’re inside them. We think it’s special, when it’s spatial. I blame his Southern accent that escaped whenever I struggled but actually asserted myself or had boundaries that didn’t benefit him. Me being particular and often “ridiculous” with a sense of my own particles. “Spatial/special” are identical homophones in the particular SE regional America English dialect he spoke when not moderating tone/voice for various benefit.

“Closer to the black hole spacetime starts to deform. In some convenient coordinate systems, there are more paths going towards the black hole than paths moving away”

He took our child for open relationship polyamorous extra curb appeal, the “marital property” got foreclosed on 3 years later as he let a property management company rent it rather than let me get roommates to keep a roof over my head, or add my name to the deed ever, and I got my sons twin size bed and whatever I had in grad school when I was ricocheted out for not perpetually making myself silent, living up to his mother’s bigger black hole standards he internalized (I was not properly trained as a woman, nor domestic), and failing at making myself so small I was a smaller than a millionth of a quectomole of a median-sized single mote of dust.

“Inside the event horizon all future time paths bring the particle closer to the center of the black hole. It is no longer possible for the particle to escape, no matter the direction the particle is traveling”

I had absolutely married well- I married into a third gen high trauma gravity well I desperately tried to fill. (I was first gen trauma) He ultimately filled it with a V3.0 Stepford wife “typical American nuclear family connoisseur”  and brought her the deluxe Barbie Dream House. She was plug and play. No updating ever required. She tolerated parallel lives and adjustments. His and her bugs are features for each other- a lovely binary system with now-grown planets now falling in concentric orbit as they fold in and collapse on themselves. ( Both being younger than I, I am an old star, constant, dumbly constant, always burning too hot, an eccentric orbit, occasionally dim, and too trusting, and consistent as Polaris.)

I escaped the well, the black hole, avoided the encoding as information and pure energy of the event horizon, as we pass through the black hole into the holographic universe.  It projectile vomited me out.

Distances as Self in an Infinite Universe is measured in units called augenblicks (from the German word “blink of an eye”) —travel is omnidirectional ( sometimes we fall up , sideways, together, backwards, in waveforms, and not just apart) at the immense speed of love- an immeasurable wavelength of light generated within Self that defies all current laws of physics. It is yet unquantifiable and theoretical, but widely reported and countless accounts exist.

There’s only infinity now. Only encoded as Self. I move at the speed of Light. I thrive and expand multiverses at the speed of love.

“Far away from the black hole, a particle can move in any direction. It is only restricted by the speed of light”