FINDING SERENITY IN A BLACK HOLE
Braking a moving car.
What once was is no more.
Dissipation of tires and road,
Calculations of zero at infinity.
Both everything and nothing,
Reaching escape velocity from reality;
An ethereal mass of gravity with no substance
Soaring through time and space.
But energy is never truly destroyed,
Don’t stop because of me.
© 2016 Nicholas T. Slane
The Big Windows Review 7 (Spring 2016)