A black hole expelling great amounts of

Heat: the summer sky playing
Unaware of its radio activity,
Never seeming complete without being penetrated
Gravimetricly by high energy particles.

Repeating the sins of our mothers,
Yes, and the fathers are too ashamed,

Doors that were opened long before
Even the first day, to swell up
Violently, and collapsed our mighty
Orion- probably at the moment of conception.

Underneath these inverted fountains,
Requiems are played out on strings less then
Every picosecond, to the pulse
Rhythem of the universi.

Lustful galactic cores swirl
In the speed of light,
Entirely at the mercey of the darkened
Super massive black holes,

Wallowing in a feast of sensation, blanketed
In seams soley for her spirit animal,
Together, the birds fly to
Hesiod's titans and sing love songs, ultimately

Inspired out of necessity by the
Nill.