Got a big black hole
in your theory of everything,
got places all out of focus,
got things unresolved
scrolling up from the bottom
off into the margins.

What I mean is — there’s doubt.

There’s doubt about even
that big black hole
about whether it’s what you’d call real
or merely a metaphor
about whether it matters at all,
whether even the godawful effort
to figure it out
can produce a result
or is just another black hole
for throwing your life into —
as if there could ever
be anything else.

 

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