ブラックホール
You turn all the lights off
but never sleep,
pace round the edge of yourself,
never communicate.
A million dark years distant,
you suck in light like spaghetti.
You got too big for yourself
and collapsed,
but ferocious energy remained
and now you're back, muscling in
carving out your own space
and time.
You smash up your neighbourhood,
pull the light off stars.
Masked,
you are far outside our laws,
giving nothing away,
stealing everything from everything.
Poem / Read by Chris Woods
Premiered at the International Anthony Burgess Foundation
An End-Times Programming /// Black Hole Virus