I think before we allow you
to collapse the phenomenal universe,
we'll flatten and vacuum-pack you
to a thinness below the Plank Constant,
an eternity airless yet aware
in a nil-box designed by God
your hell the size of a quark
zipping from lead wall to lead wall.
Searing plasma in a magnetic bottle
is how we'll open you every Fall,
ripping helix from helix
in each strand of your DNA --
we'll piece you back together again
and promptly let you fade.
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