Black hole - cosmic

You cannot see a black hole with your eye,
To an observer, it is never there.
Only by indirect signs can I descry—
It exists right in that empty place,
Where light vanishes into the air.

No matter how much light is shed,
No matter how many days have fled,
No matter how the music plays,
No matter all the people’s ways,
No matter every turning page,
No matter every omen’s gauge...

You’ve only just begun to haunt her dreams,
But your wings are gone, or so it seems.
It’s been this way since time began, since light first filled the space—
If the brilliant stars are set ablaze,
Something must exist to swallow up their rays.


Oh, black holes were made to hide and to pretend,
To look like the brightest star until the end.
Be careful now, and don't you ever dare
To touch the primal darkness waiting there!
 

No matter how much light is shed,
No matter how many days have fled,
No matter how the music plays,
No matter all the people’s ways,
No matter every turning page,
No matter every omen’s gauge...

It’s all just a dream to her, you see,
While you have ceased to almost be.
Reach the fourth cosmic velocity and fly,
Before you fall, before you start to die...
Tell the black hole "forgive me," then turn and go,
Forever and always, say goodbye to the glow—
While you remain the center of a galaxy so cold,
In the heartless, frozen time that won't unfold.

No matter how much light is shed,
No matter how many days have fled,
No matter how the music plays,
No matter all the people’s ways,
No matter every turning page,
No matter every omen’s gauge...

It’s all just a dream to her, you see,
And now you’ve reached non-entity.


... I know why beyond the event horizon, you are always alone.

http://stihi.ru/2017/08/04/1078