Supermassive Black Hole

A billion stars large, sans their light,
the Supermassive feeds tonight.
Black widow web, galactic, spun
so nothing close hopes to outrun
its stealthy venomed gravities
their infinite depravities
of physics riven past extremes
when time is no more what it seems
where ends will never come too fast
while this lethal feast will last.

Supermassive Black Hole © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 16, 2019