Robert Pesich The 2River View, 9.2 (Winter 2005)

We are building larger telescopes hoping to see
the place where there is no more light.

Light does not disappear once inside a black hole
but is compressed into a seed.

Space and time can tear not unlike a basket.
Some seeds need to be burned in order to germinate.

Meanwhile, names are disappearing faster
than their discovery. Entire languages reduced to ash
as we search for new energy.

The universe is surrounded by fire.
These lines are ash of what was said.

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