Insurmountable mass,
Limited energy.
Can a conversion come
To reverse the direction?
Within is the venom,
Made of chains belonging
to self.
Above the clouds are not,
Just stars, nebulae,
Their light still shining
through time,
Regardless of their
destruction.
Shoot for them,
And remain unmoved.
It is not in aiming
That one does shine.
Collapsing into self,
Space and time distorted,
No light escaping the
black hole.
But in this world,
Black holes become stars,
When the light is strong
enough to escape.
Suffocating on the
gravity,
Breaking apart the self,
Condensing to become
nothing of value.
Movement is unnoticed.
Might another frame of
reference
Reveal a constant speed?
Still the direction is
within.
Break away beams,
particles, waves,
From the dark mass,
Convert it to energy,
Spread it out,
Let it burn.
Allow the light to reach
the depths of darkness,
So that more may come to
be.
-Zero
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