Black Hole

black hole

Covalent bonds
All based on
The trajectory we were on
You broke them
Ripped them
Stripped them of positives I needed
I pleaded
For
Left me reeling
Searching
For
A spark in the dark
But now beyond
The groaning throng
Of
(light)
Years
Empty space yawns
And calls
An opaque pall
Sucking me back into the void
Promising joy
(lying)
Cataclysmic fruit
Ripe for the taking
Beyond the hearts you’re breaking
Scything wheat
(souls)
Chaff left like bleating sheep
Charnel houses reeking
Of sulphur and flame
Guts flash burned with shame
You’re a black hole
And I don’t know if my soul
Will ever be the same.
-ijs

Interstellar

I watched “Interstellar” today, and I. can’t. stop. thinking. about. it. I may share some thoughts on it down the road if I can bring some semblance of order to the blown-apart shards of my mind. 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas