Growing OR Lossing (to rhyme with flossing)

I like my black hole.

I know she is fascinating inside like a rainbow spinning wheel.


When the world obtrudes, she gives me space.

The hawking radiation in my eyes makes them glitter and hurt.


I'll never understand her but it is enough to know she exists.

So much I have believed in has not existed but she is different.

It is my everythingness that has created her so she is to stay.