463 Black holes July, 2012

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

We all face our own black holes.
Some peer into theirs with doomed stares.
Others aim well tested search lights
to imagine diamond reflections in the dark..
Others hold their breaths,
squeeze their noses,
plunge into black.
The method means nothing.
No one’s getting back.
What matters is that stunning
surprise
in the midst of the dive
when the mass we were
evanesces
into the energy we are,
then lightnings
into eternity.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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