Point of Black

Black, empty, cold and dark What are you then if not a spark Of life exists in you, You pointless mass of infinity? I don’t see you, yet I have thee in my sights From some accretion disk or otherwise Like a churning cauldron from some distant past. My blood freezes in its paths When I think of you, and your cruel existence How you are void of all empathy,vice and insistence To spaghettiize unwitting partners as in motion To capture them in a last gasp of elongation You, you alone of all creation are the most intense on my imagination to look too close would surely be the very end of …. Me. ©Darrell Goddard