Finally, A Black Hole Captured
Black hole, a point of Infinite compactness;
Perforation in the timeless emptiness
Of outer space, deep space, a place
Of absolute no legroom:
A space/place I’ve no words for.
Where (if one can use a where)
The gravity is such a weight, so great
No light can come away.
It can’t escape, it can’t get out
No matter how you pout or shout;
Electro- radiation quanta
In a spectrum we can measure
Which we choose to christen photons,
In a wavelength spectrum of all colors we can see!
Oh my, oh me!
Partly wave/and particle
To which the journey in a vacuum
At the speed of dash_ kilometers a second
We’ve assigned the name of Light
Is swirling energetically -
Which sounds as if it’s very busy
When the only thing is seems to do
Is eat. How sweet!
A wobbling hole whose only job
Is gobbling up, down, on and in
A not two-day but ever-daily binge.
A hole of black
From which no something or no nothing’s ever, ever
More Bits Of The Puzzle
Now that we’ve captured,
More than pictured
One small hole, one little black, galactic hole
(for after all
it’s only fifty-six our suns) -
“What is black hole knowledge good for? And,
“Where do we go from here?”
I answer in my inexperience and ignorance -
My lack of information, cluelessness and innocence:
All knowledge of that kind must lead, by definition to more knowledge of some kind;
Putting more and more bits of the collage, bits that we find
So that we understand more of the whole.
And isn’t that the goal?
To understand the whole?