Black Universe Slam

There is a world above ours Built opon fire and flowers Where the other's live Who only the enlightened can see Who sound like dried up scratching crusty leaves Tumbling down your garden path after dark As the leftovers soundly sleep Never knowing the sunset of the moon Glows more fierce on this little rock Than all the star's we can't see shine Because they now reside inside a black hole Swallowed up by this unfathomable virus Circling like a vulture above our sunken universe