Point of Black
Black, empty, cold and dark
What are you then if not a spark
Of life exists in you,
You pointless mass of infinity?
I don’t see you, yet I have thee in my sights
From some accretion disk or otherwise
Like a churning cauldron from some distant past.
My blood freezes in its paths
When I think of you, and your cruel existence
How you are void of all empathy,vice and insistence
To spaghettiize unwitting partners as in motion
To capture them in a last gasp of elongation
You, you alone of all creation
are the most intense on my imagination
to look too close would surely be
the very end of …. Me.
Copyright © Darrell Goddard | Year Posted 2016
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