blackhole love

out here in the
center of our
galaxy, i'm
left circling
the blackhole
left by her ab-
sence. and it
makes no
sense to
you (or
me) but i
hang on
and circle
the void, the
blackness.

thoughts,
one by one,
are sucked in
by gravity and
soon i'll reach
the event
horizon, the
moment of no
return when the
gravity is too strong
to let even light escape.

so i circle,
still struggling
to escape the grasp.

blackholes lure
you in. or at least
people like me -
riding around and
around the very edge,
peering in.

oh the thoughts i
see down there, the
scenes i feel down
there, the ghosts
memories that
inhabit that
space.

with my limited
knowledge i know
sometimes some
blackholes spew
energy back into
the universe so
maybe i can slip
in undetected to be
launched far, far away
from here, where i
find myself floating,
orbiting...

perhaps like the
real world galaxies
we each have a black
hole at the center of our
beings. relatively safe if you
don't get too close. but it's
difficult. the power of
gravity.

drawn to feelings of (love)
as with gravity.

other lines.

there's no communication
out here. or very little. just
gazing into the most power-
ful force in the universe...

love.

but there's no
understanding.
there's no trans-
lating. becaue once
you begin to try to trans-
late, it's too late. you ruin
the natural beauty of it.

blackholes both
good and bad. not
neutral in the equation,
though. needed in a way.
dangerous in a way.

matter weighs so much.
so dense. these feelings.
breaking up. transmission
is scratchy, as if over a Ham
radio on earth. radio waves
traveling the distance. can
you hear me?

i collect myself.
it's time to move on
lest the gravity destroy
me. so i send thoughts
into the blackness which
propel me backwards, back
out toward the universe at
large.

solitary
not binary.
anymore.