Your heart, your soul, the macrocosm
For centuries, forever, you live.
And we wish to you, what is to come
A void from the cosmos tree, you give.
No solid proof, you, just light and hope
No empathy, just superstition.
A wish to have something to help us cope,
to envelop us with love, the mission.
For what do you do but provide hope,
to support that frail hook that we cast
to go on and clear another’s scope,
to flicker in the distance and last?
At your core lies a subtle darkness
Your drapery worn is diaphanous
While your light permeates the stillness,
We stare, sun-kissed, and we exist—
Knowing that behind the scenes are monsters,
Tangled in an ocean of dead suns,
where childhood wishes are slaughtered,
and new life prospers, as one is undone.
There you exist, homogenous light,
distant, unwelcoming, yet beautiful.
The Dr. Jekyll to a black hole Hyde
behind your luster is mutable.
Beyond your horizon is no return,
where light dies, broken by its own weight.
Your brethren, strange, endures to burn,
into an inevitable fate—
and these wishes fashioned from a brain
and this brain needs electricity
through synapses and functions it gains
momentum, the pen in simplicity—
pens on, ascribing about said wish.
Out from this labyrinthine wishing well,
Where mere thought and action coexist,
I covet you, your sheen, your gloss, your shell.
And far beyond my own existence,
You will hold the burden of many.
To many, you’ll inflict resentment
In falsehoods professed so ready
Confetti thoughts attained by plenty,
The gravity of your apathy
As my hand, to the keystrokes so heavy,
Fade into your velvet tapestry……
And all is black…
Paul Neglia (author) from Poughkeepsie, NY USA on December 23, 2018:
Think of wishing star large enough to create a black hole. There is no proof it grants your wishes, no proof they feel, no proof they'll even turn into black holes, but behind each and every one there is that opportunity to become a black hole in space. Sometimes the hipelessness of life brings us to the point of wishing on stars, knowing in the back of our minds that there is nothing a star can do for us except flicker and die. And when they die theyeither leave an emptiness or they become this black hole sucking in everything around them. Thank you so much for reading i do really appreciate that. I hope this brings some form of clarity
manatita44 from london on December 23, 2018:
Interesting approach. Philosophical, profound but difficult for me in terms of understanding. Perhaps it's best just being put out there and left at that. As poetry it is beautiful, exquisite! Hari Om!
Paul Neglia (author) from Poughkeepsie, NY USA on December 13, 2018:
Thank you so much John. Really like the diversity on this site. Appreciate the comments my friend
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on December 13, 2018:
Great to see your first article/poem here, Paul. Wonderfully skillful poetry as always in this Black Hole.