Down To a Blackhole

Run down to a Black hole, Get with a Lion pride, a curb, Speak with me, where all past years flew Or who gash away the sun’s heart Awake thee to hear Ants whispers Or move me toward a spirit chants But explore What stars Serves soothing to a dying soul. And if thou ever be blind to sight Unable and surreal to love’s sight Ridding yonder and yonder the galaxy Until the days of time assume that of Darkness Will thou sooth my ears, with all thy unique encounters, Strange men’s love, secrets tales. And be just No surface on earth Assumes a woman with patient and fairness. But if through a means thou discover such a specimen, As rough as the sea, Such a journey is like a honey. Ay, don’t tend a fool, and my soul is never to joy in such Though at thy cross-road we shall see thy humbleness, truthfulness at past, But till a day thou stroll down a valley There she will welcome two, three men to thy room Sharing thy sweetest fruit to them.