Black Holes

There Lies beyond the edge of time,

A consecrated niche, a purifying point,

That germinates the newest richest seed,

And modifies the contemplation of its creed.

The intense back holes so clerical

Explode within their inner self and allude a freshening air of health

Like an oscillating sieve of finer and more learned mesh

Sending coils of aspiration

Laced with the lessons of the condensation

To their first creation

Of small black holes to act as passing ways

In the intial fierce momentum of the genesis days.