Black Hole Society Web – a poem

When the black web of regard looms large,

Shot through with infinite dark forms,

Every movement, every vibration,

All possibilities a concatenation

Fraught and deadly, no joy, only

Anxiety.

*

Frozen by the largely looming mass

Formed from dense relationships,

The collision zone of the black web

Draws in unsuspecting visitors to

Die.

*

No motion may be made herein about

Within the grasping confines wide

Of the black web, grasping, warping,

We tumble amidst forces unseen, visible

Peripheral.

*

Torn apart and frozen by great force,

The web turns on, whirling mass fierce,

While we break apart, the web shatters us,

A storm of sociability made destruction,

Clarity.

*

What ends lie without the grasping realm

Of that strange whirlpool so horrible?

Few remain to say what went before us,

Torn into streamers, aeons swirling,

Depthless.

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