Black Hole Idling
faithful to death?
faithful to threats?faithful to standards
nobody has met...
say for one-
stars collapse become blackholes
where nothing escapes...
beauty and blight
wisdom and ignorance
an infinite mass,
swirling on the head of a pin-
how the *ell can you discern one from the other...
are you false prophetess
nanny to rabid children
or just a patriot to your idling god.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2011
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