Poem - At The Blackhole Everyone Sings

at
the blackhole
everyone
sings

the beautiful
boat
twists

theirs
sits
like
the partner
the rotted
protest
lights
after
the scorched
serpent
the blazing
teeth
circulates
below
the comment
amid
the ego
these
lives

you
establishes
briefly
the ratty
claim
gets
during
the cloud
near
the guilt

for
the coal-black
rainstorm
white-hot
monsoon
swims
noisily