***a Singularity
we imagine
in the Center
of her trunk..
one black hole
burns slow
steady and bright
though still dark..
creating curves
rings of sapwood
and of bark..
new warmth
each morning
gift of Sol..
new branching
keeps vision
fires aglow...***
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
***a Singularity
we imagine
in the Center
of her trunk..
one black hole
burns slow
steady and bright
though still dark..
creating curves
rings of sapwood
and of bark..
new warmth
each morning
gift of Sol..
new branching
keeps vision
fires aglow...***
tangent to
Mae's heartwood
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