A pupil in the eye of stars,
Sits in utter silence as it tugs upon space.
Ancient light warps slowly
Around the hole, curves into a circle.
If we were to fall into it,
We could look up in peace,
As we saw ourselves, and the entire universe
Warp and shrink
Into a window that just floats away
Engulfed by a power even light can’t escape.
Can you imagine nothing?
It must be quite peaceful.
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