Can an anemone drink too much?
Can a black hole overeat?
Would you know it if it did?
Would you wear your wonderful life
Around a medium star, flaunting it on
A life- addicted planet like Earth,
Where even the dead get back
In the business of reliving themselves
Being consumed and all-consuming?
What have you done wrong
To me? It's alright.
Don't ask forgiveness,
Even when we're both mad about it.
We're the anemone, we're
The black hole, we're earth
Vanishing into a cloak
Of our lives' making, so
Dense that nothing escapes
Because nothing went into it
And nothing invented it
And nothing will swallow it whole.