By kevin urenda
Date: 2 October 2000
black hole (redux)
her voice was filled
with the promises
my soul had not yet dreamt of
and the sound of
the future gave little
comfort to an ache
that was so immediate that
you could slice
my heart so thinly
it would be transparent to you
yet it was as dense
as any black hole in the universe
to her for her eyes
were fixed on the vast
emptiness of the dreams
we would never share
09.29.00
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