Black Hole

She is a black hole…
mysterious, feared and appreciated,
resonating within her own dark matter
an extrovert introvert aligned with the cosmos

Her mass and gravitational pull warping space-time
attracting both the wanted and undesirable,
but she protects herself with a ring of fire, and
not even the speed of light can escape her gravity

We orbit her cosmic ripples at a distance
her event horizon is all we can see,
too scared to dig deeper into her singularity
for all rationality and reality break down

we stay within our own holographic existence,
missing the chance to take a quantum slingshot
into her fifth dimension.

B. L. Crisp