Prompted poetry: getting old

This was a 30/30 poetry prompt from last week. Responses or suggestions welcome!

Wisdom of Age

I have passed the threshold of possiblity
crossed the event horizon from expanding
universe into collapsing singularity
where time folds in on itself and matter
condenses with crushing persistence far beyond
the point where life and hope
cease to exist

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