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black holes
being alone but not lonely;
living in a space full of holes
left by stars that have collapsed;
the sundry women in my life
that are with me no more;
whose memories are regions
of concentrated mass –
holes with point-like singularity
at their center & event horizons
at their outer edges.
i keep them at more than arm's
length; am an artful dodger.
for if i get too close the laws of
gravity brook no turning back.
i would be sucked in again;
would require a speed greater
than light to escape.
& copy; Joseph McNair; 2009
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