black holes
are saved
from whatever gets loose
and travel aimlessly
to places notwithstanding
the observer’s lacking certain cohesion.
out there are star fights
and glimmering ineffables
enough to fill even a large chunk of real estate
like Nothing
has a hold on the imagination
of being alive.
in here coils of intestine
curl strange with itself
squeezed by somany parts
in need of a manufactured (I).
out there
measurements are made in tones
and gather into compact
nothing
ness
