Dreamscape

just as inter-stellar objects shine brightest at the event horizon of a black hole so a person's spirit flares shortly before his passing searching for Mother’s number on my new cellphone I’m lost in limbo in a foreign land however gainfully employed to care for the issue of strangers the wages of sin was due and paid for in lonely tears of regret dreamscapes of self-reproach all too familiar it’s time for me to come home I found the number that I’ve been searching for amongst memories