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Darrell Goddard Poem
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.
©Darrell Goddard
Copyright © Darrell Goddard | Year Posted 2016
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