Black Hole Flowers
Feel the aurora breeze,
The Universe is a forest of trees
Roots of impossibilities
Infinite uniform black seas--
Petals casting away into Hera's hair,
Condemned to pollinate the air
Rising from the soil of wormholes
Rich in dark matter-- beware.
The stigma and stamen are the vortex,
Under a hex--
Dying indefinitely
The overall cortex.
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