The Black Hole of My Brain
The paradox of the perpetual apparatus,
Is decelerating down to its event horizon.
Shimmering around it are lifeless star’s illuminations,
Cascading its luminosity through out the symmetry of time.
While discarding particles of matter are absorbed,
Into the black hole of my brain.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2014
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