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In a black hole in Toledo Ohio
Fall into another, a different event
Horizions pinwheeling
Time shrinks and dwindles
Clock face spindles turn
About as rivers of light burn
Eyes see inside out of being
Still as Night in stanzas of breathing
Thought does not escape the tense
Gravity of nothingness too dense
Wondering at where we were at is where we went



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Written on 2023-01-26 at 00:53

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D G Moody
I liked this. Tens with rhythm, no words wasted.
2023-01-26