By Stephen Sesto

I reached your event horizon

Then slowly slipped over the edge

Yet you were not holographic

As physicists hypothesize

The Universe to be

No, you were real

For I could see and feel

Pure love shining in your eyes

So I was glad to slip over the edge

Drawn into the unknown

That is your realm

Despite any consequences

Or the possibility

It was all nothing but an illusion

And I but a misguided fool