On the Event Horizon
May those brave few who venture in this space
Speed on —
as lucid and as swift as light
from your margins and the enslaving might
of your singularity, your core grace.
For those who have been pulled in your embrace
encounter nullity —
it is their plight
to circle and to spin in endless flight,
trajectories that cross and interlace.
Elusive as the heart of a black hole,
a nothingness that nothing can evade,
your nature is to lure
then thrust aside.
Yet you are doomed to pay the greater toll —
Trapped in a vacuum no one dare invade,
you are the absence born of love denied.