Accretion

The imagery around

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?