Blank #8/Precipice

I’m standing on the precipice
It’s a cliff that i’ve prayed on before
So much so that, despite the fact that
I don’t know if I believe in a god, or gods, anymore
My fingertips, they bear callouses
My palms, they bear callouses
From pressing together so tightly
I pray hard when I pray
I've often thought that this maw in front of us
Was the end of everything
A darkness that would consume all
A black hole
Do you know
That we are made up of the same stuff
That makes up the stars?
So, what flows through us
May not be just blood,
It may be stardust
And we are dying
Every second of every minute of every hour of every day
Brings us closer to
That final day
That final hour
That final minute
That final second
That final breath
Which means when we run out of hydrogen
We become giants
Or super giants
Or supernovas
And if not that, then we are simply stars
Whose ill-fated courses end in collision
Either way
Either way we'll explode
With this in mind, I reconsider the precipice
There's something beautiful in its blackness
Isn't there?
There's something beaufitul in its persistance
In swallowing us all
The end
The end of everything
Is the beginning of a brand new everything
The end of this universe
May mark the beginning of a brand new one
So that even now,
When my heart feels like the most congested intersection,
The world
The world, it is waiting
I reconsider the precipice
And so, in an effort to take part
In reckless acts of self-definition,
I jump
And I ask you to join me
As I fall
As I let that beautiful blackness take me into its arms
I know that I will be safe in them
I know that we
You and I, all of us
We will be safe in its embrace