The Black (w)hole

A Poem by Oskar Roux

Open to interpretation

There's that thing that lingers
In every one of us.
Staying just out of sight,
But not out of mind.

One Black (w)hole.

Two halves of a whole.
Two holes that see desire.
Two pieces to the puzzle,

Two mysteries to decode and
Two logs to the fire.
Two constellations that congregate
Two great stars that pulse and burn.
Two great ebbs and flows of time and space
Two tiny wrinkles on eternity's face.

Like the earth around the sun
I revolve around thee.
But like our universe in the grandeur
We're ineffective in the scheme.
Yet the only universe in which we can cause some revolution.
Is the vault deep within our minds
of which silence is noise pollution.

And the worst enemy is time.

A black whole
Three times bigger than one would like to admit.

Two halves of the whole of our mind, which in turn is a bottomless pit.

And

One the life we live in this revolving bundle of mass and gas.

So use it to your fullest potential

And be about your wit.

-Oskar Roux