Voids We Experience
I see the answers suddenly
in that tiny, sparkly, and
twinkly black hole
what greatness of a gift
this awful time is
limited by a number
of maybe English words
She (In Beauty—She Lives)
She has grown old with the times
possibly an escapist of her own town
(that might have already burnt down)
—still burning
(its heat reminisced)
—yet feeling
(its flames one could not resist)
'twas a painful mistake
something we all have dreaded
but people were lain there dead
that i would even find it hard to take
how lovely, an idealized love—
a world filled with warmongers
circularly defined by our masters
our mastery of the heaven above