In the middle of the Milky Way,
darkness overwhelms.
A dark Star grows so powerful
no light escapes its realm .
Gas, in ribbons, flows towards it
in undulating streams.
then vanishes eternally-
at least that’s how it seems.
There, in that sleep of death,
where no dream would intrude.
The matter that comprises Earth
would make one sugar cube.
Perhaps one day, some eons hence,
the dark star will explode
and give this universe new birth
when all the stars grow cold.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
In the middle of the Milky Way,
darkness overwhelms.
A dark Star grows so powerful
no light escapes its realm .
Gas, in ribbons, flows towards it
in undulating streams.
then vanishes eternally-
at least that’s how it seems.
There, in that sleep of death,
where no dream would intrude.
The matter that comprises Earth
would make one sugar cube.
Perhaps one day, some eons hence,
the dark star will explode
and give this universe new birth
when all the stars grow cold.
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