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by Tony Whitaker

The black hole turning in disgrace
Eying new galaxies to embrace
Relax, there is nothing you can do
Just the basic facts feeding its frenzied brew

But soon you'll feel no more pain
As your celestial body spills down its drain
Your atoms becoming quite compressed
As they continue to feather its sing-u-lar nest

You see blackbirds flying through the sky
Your mind eyes your body slipping by
Take this sunken life as you feel its holy bite
Blackbirds flying into a cold dark night


Author's Note: Inspired by a Beatles tune of the same name and I wrote in my head on my morning run at around 4:30 a.m on a cold, crisp and clear morning. As I looked into the cold dark night, there it came....

Posted on 05/14/2007
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alisa Js on 05/15/07 at 08:23 PM

yes, it is interesting, very.. aloha

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