poem

 The Truth about Black HolesMy son read somewhere on The internet that a giant blackHole is hurtling through spaceHoovering up everything in its path.He ’d read it may approach Earth,That if we fall into this trapWhere even light cannot escapeIt will be a fate worse than death.You can imagine his distress.He envisions a lightless awarenessWithout the passage of time.Physical stillness, meaningless silence,Like being buried aliveOnly paralyzed and unableTo hear the sound of your own nailsScratching against the lid of a coffin.I told him black holes certainly existBut they generally don ’t move.They don't wander throughThe vast universe picking Off planets and moonsLike flies by frog's tongues.They don't have to.They lie in waitIn the centers of galaxiesWith an arrogant knowingThat all things will return.They don't have to seek anything out.I told him about vertigo,How sometimes we can ’t help but fallWhen we spend so much time teetering On the verges of so many brinks.Sometimes they ’re closer than we think.Anywhere there is absence or loss.Every single empty space.All that lost time,Where do you think it all goes?You ’re old enough to know this now, my son.In time you ’ll learn to recognizeWhere all the smaller ones areAnd put them to good use.Your broken heart,Your stifled dreams,Silly iterations of self,Unreturned calls from beautiful girls,Unreturned calls from plain, but clever, girls,Vain failures and wasted efforts.All the things tha...
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