Traversing Blackholes


Swallowed by a black hole,

my molecules they ignite.

My resonance it is not calm;

I beckon my aspect to fight.

A reverb strikes on chords

a sound then faculties lost

in my wounded vision my

clarity is covered in frost.

Bitter the wind it strikes

amidst the chaos surround

me with your gentle words

until my direction is found.

I speak of the tumult that

runs through my aged veins

so that I can muster what

warmth that melts ice away.

You are there I can see now,

though my state turns hazy,

traveling in time to you has me

become sane after being crazy.

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