Notes About The Poem
For: The Interview (2) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
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Interview With a Black Hole
A star
is dying,
squeezing
gravity
into
a small
space
so intense
even light
cannot escape.
It is stellar,
supermassive,
arranging
the Milky Way
around it.
I hear
its whispers,
an ancient
language
of universal
vibrations.
I ask,
what is
your purpose?
From across
the void
it answers,
I am the guardian
of the unknown.
I am
the keeper
of cosmic
mysteries.
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