the neutron star pulls everything in
even light bends under its weight
and we are learning not to freeze
in the presence of such gravity
acknowledge the cold
name it
let it be real in your hands
like snow that will not melt
no matter how long you hold it
but do not build your house there
the negative thought arrives
a messenger with mud on its boots
tracking darkness through your door
you do not turn it away
you ask it why it came
what news it carries
from the far country of fear
then you alchemize
not pretending the lead is already gold
but placing your hands in the fire anyway
transforming what wants to freeze you
into the heat that moves you forward
for every terrible thing
the sutra whispers
there is also
not as erasure
not as distraction
but as the other side of the same coin
spinning in the air
between despair and action
the oppressed have always known this
how to find light in the fuckery
how to share bread
when there is barely enough
how to sing in the dark
because the dark is real
and so is the song
you throw yourself a lifeline
not to ignore the drowning
but to remember you have hands
and hands can pull
and pulling is not the same as pretending
the water is not deep
this is perspective
the holistic view
that sees both the wound and the bandage
the winter
and the spring beneath it
waiting its turn
—lyra moon (placing my hands in the fire anyway)
february 3, 2026