Blink
A thin glaze of saline water
Fed over the glistening orb
Who houses the black hole at its center
A light-grabbing pit of reflection
Petaling outward serenely
An iris of color
Of life
Of emotion
Edged onto white
Peaceful orb, bobbing left and right in its socket
Silence.
Stilted!
An advancement of fleshy pink
Fringed in lash-barbs
Descending
Enfolding
Encasing our sphere
A takeover in milliseconds
Slow ascension will complete
This ongoing cycle















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born to multiply, born to gaze into night skies
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