Into a coordinate in time; not birth, but t=0.
No bang, collapse!
A rabbit hole at the centre of a vortex,
a mouth.
No multiverse, instead:
Daughters - black holes - of mothers.
And comfort and saccour?
In God, in heaven; from mothers.
******* in black pools submerged.
Daughters of a daughter,
And some, too.
Dangling in a tear duct,
A humongous pore.
Teats!
Churning in a vat.
Of God's porous face,
Life and death,
Pulls down.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
Into a coordinate in time; not birth, but t=0.
No bang, collapse!
A rabbit hole at the centre of a vortex,
a mouth.
No multiverse, instead:
Daughters - black holes - of mothers.
And comfort and saccour?
In God, in heaven; from mothers.
******* in black pools submerged.
Daughters of a daughter,
And some, too.
Dangling in a tear duct,
A humongous pore.
Teats!
Churning in a vat.
Of God's porous face,
Life and death,
Pulls down.
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