Black Hole

Poetry 03

this space between you and me
is a black hole
I got to know you

you’re also wondering in space
or let it be
wandering about space

sometimes we feel dull
surrounded by choices
meditating in the null

I am a pianist
typing in keyboards
all day long

In the art of living
Rhymes won’t fill the void
so I type, because in my heart they will

Observe a little more
there’s synchronicity everywhere
I am a continuous Creation
A form. A foundation.

A black hole in reverse
I am a white hole
radiating,
propelling forward,
turning lead for gold.

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