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Thursday, May 2, 2019

Powehi, Black Hole, Sonnet #455

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My Human Disguise.





From every point three axes extend,
Of height, dimension, and depth in all
Directions; each axis points to each point.
But what if the point is not just the end
Or start, let’s say, of an horizontal
Axis, but a kind of reality joint?
Passing beyond each point axes enter
Neg space (unless we’re the minus center).
The black hole boils like a witch’s pot
Turning what there is into what is not.
Does it spew what’s left into a new space
To launch galaxies or an alien race,
Or the negative of our universe,
Everything here created in reverse?