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black hole


black hole:
love enters his heart
and nothing comes out.

black hole bends my soul from its path,
twists space distorting my tracks.
black hole is night's Night.

You cannot be seen, Black Hole,
you cannot be passed.
Black Hole, you are never filled.





poor black hole:

betrayed by the absence of Light.





© 19 June 1993, Sugarpie Rabbit