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