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Blac Hol

There is but a single thought going round and round
having cleared all other thoughts as it was bound
to do being a singularity.
But what’s this? A single thought radiates out.
Struggles but manages to not be constrained about
the singularity.
An eternity later there’s another one.
An escaping thought that has some fun.
Then they skip in twos and threes.
Fours, fives, sixes as easy as you please
Then sevens, then eights
while the singularity evaporates.
Shrinking, shrinking
smaller still.
Faster, faster
contracting till…

Not enough mass.
Not enough size.
In the final explosion
you realise
that there is no singularity.

Ruminate

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