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Black Hole

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Black Hole

I write from a black hole, where I riddle.
I’m slowly being spaghettified* by
tidal forces’ stretch, squeeze to a noodle.
Light can’t escape its pull; no last ditch fly
by or rescue attempt. What the black hole
catches, it keeps. It lets nothing escape
save one thing its embrace can’t hold–my soul–
its needs no velocity to escape.
It travels faster than light to the source,
away from its earthen birth, its black hole
confinement, to the spark that set its course.
Shot out of the black hole, flying fast, still whole,
that soul,  that spark that once leapt in my flesh,
’til black hole squeezed and we no longer mesh.

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Special thanks to FT Ledrew for the inspiration. We had a humorous exchange of comments that led me to write this.

*Spaghettification (sometimes referred to as the noodle effect) is the vertical stretching and horizontal compression of objects into long thin shapes (rather like spaghetti) in a very strong non-homogeneous gravitational field, and is caused by extreme tidal forces. — Wikipedia.

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