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Black Holes

How long do we lay sleeping before we die?
Awakening to the cryptic blinding light
Of a dwarf star cooling and dying
A peaceful death, 
Hoping there is something on the other
Side and we are not dead, staring at
The billion of billion stars, blinking back
Fooling us into believing the light we
See is real, dead more millenniums than time
Can comprehend.  Confused trying to sort
Out all the unequal decisions of a lifetime, explained
In black holes that remain invisible.
Equations meant to define
Who we were, travelers on a journey
Floating along with the cosmic debris of space, 
And beyond to the borderlands, 
Entrapped in the uncertainty of questions that randomly Seem to interact between heaven and

What if we are being watched every day?
Space and time a game of interstellar chance
The random probability of choices
Made, unmade, reconsidered
With answers moving in parallel, questions
Floating beyond some event horizon
Into the blackness of nothing, thinking
There is a worm hole passage where the light
Shows, the non-infinite white hole expanse
Exiting beyond our tomorrow, before our
Today’s, measured by what we find
On the other side 
A parallel universe where the end can be
Just the beginning. Emerging in a explosion
Through the worm hole, wondering 
Whether the journey is completed or 
Just starting out, finding
In our endings can be the beginning.
Anything is possible.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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