Black Hole

Of an ordinary evening
Of an ordinary day
With an ordinary sky
And an ordinary star

But the fact that
We have classified
These things as ordinary
Dictates that they are, in fact,

Not Ordinary

For what is ordinary
Inside
The Black Hole
In which we reside?

Absolute time is dispossessed
And aeons pass
Before we experience
The Great Event

But just when we think
It is over
It begins anew
Before it has finished

And in this manner
We exist
From one conjucture
To the next

Fillings our minds
With morsels of matter
Of what will come
Before the End of the Beginning

Until the moment of
A colossal burst
In which all Time
Erupts fantastically

Energy and Spirit
Mind and Matter
Cataclysmically
Blown apart

Only to reunite
Pulling inwardly
Each Particle and Atom
To a new formation

Awhirl in Pulsations
Gravitations
Radiations
And Annihilations

Spinning endlessly
Saturated
The Flotsam and Jetsam
Of the Universe
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