Short Supermassive Poems

blue, black, orange, red, green
colors melting, blending
into odd shapes,
some with pointy ends,
some rounded,
some even indescribable
as they all converge
into a supermassive blackhole....

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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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