Thursday 2 November 2017

"The Black Hole that Ate Hedge End"

"Will it?
What is there?
Can you find it, reaching behind the pasta in your good shoes, a disastrous conclusion?
The void doesn't answer it just expands,
Tarmacked fields witness under floodlights the play of ancients,
Shadows bleeding into darkness as consumed,
Flesh retreats the shrinking violets of bone and sinew,
Do we grasp the past whilst dancing like celebrants at some mad Sabbat, often colliding all un-heeding?
"We must be off our trolleys".
It's Christmas all year but Christmas is never here!
Is it sentient perhaps or just conceit that consciousness should waste its gaze on us?
Still there is warmth dogging around the halo,
A smile of ; "That's not mine it's yours"
As we struggle, near bereft of hope, not to be the whores we feel."

("Wolf's Head": The Poetry of #Arafel: )

Also; "Super-massive black hole 'double burps' light - then has a nap" go to:


  1. The Black Hole that Ate Hedge End is a wonderful poetry. Gif attached to it totally compliments it. The only problem in this article is lack of description.

  2. I told you I didn't have a degree....!

  3. ..if you want a better description see my thread: "The Epidemiology of Khaos or; "The Problem with #CERN"" on this blog..7th Sept. 2015