The unimaginable,
The torque of magnetic fields
Encircling present absence
As pictured by telescopes
And enhanced reproductions,
Isn’t it reminiscent
Of the way the creators
Of fictional characters
And first-person narrators
Will dance words up to the lip
Of where awareness leaves them—
All is darkness and silence,
Something huge and merciless,
Plunge, and Finished knowing—then—
Leaving an outline
Of where awareness can’t go
As where awareness had gone?
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