A Galaxy of Psyches

A Galaxy of Psyches

Beneath the visible outer layer, many psyches hide from the burning light of reality.

At times, they peer out, but retreat into the darkness when scorching rays touch.

It leaves the silent opaque surface to appear, coherent, calm and darkly placid.

Inside the galaxy within they violently spin, traveling blindingly fast.

At the center, the black hole pulls them towards its embrace.

Join me in the silent dark oblivion and all will be known.

It beckons them with a sweet sticky blackened voice.

As others are born, some surrender and join.

Crushing gravity renounces their light.

Their uniqueness is now gone.

An infinite unseen force,

they have now joined

and are no

more

.

Reviews

[Zaliodir]

I have never seen you do an acrostic poem, and I have to say it is refreshing to see someone doing it right. The shape perfectly matches the subject, and I love both. =)

[H.L. Cerveise]

I am so glad you enjoyed it and got it. I have some acrostic poems that are a little more buried. I enjoy embedding little hidden tidbits.

[William Liston]

I once had a poem like this where I tried to create something with the physical appearance of the poem. It was called Inhale, Exhale. The first stanza was shaped like a triangle with the pointed side up. The second stanza was a triangle with the pointed side down, but enough about my poetry.

As for this one, I love how the visual matches the concept. I'm guessing that you wanted the lines to mimic the process of life withering away, or becoming destroyed. I think you did good with this. Very unique.

-William Liston

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reviewing this poem. Yes, it is coming down to one point, the period. As the psyches succumb to the pull of the black hole, they enter the event horizon a possible point of singularity. Is it death or is it a rebirth as the out put of a quasar?