within-woven-pierce

theres a power within me
its been there since birth
it drives me to madness
its hunger is infinite

the black hole sinks in

i am the hole that is black
infinite density
under immense pressure
i crack ~
the fabric of spacetime
the universe’s woven cloth
puncture infinitiouré
fracture galore
my black hole now
is but so sore

its a door!
a door…
to adventure and fun
possibility
times infinity,
not to mention
the sum one can do
the someone too
you..
who…
grew.

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McDream's Poetry

I write stuff. Mostly comedy. Probably unfunny, if it's not your cup of tea drink coffee.