Poemetry: Space Between

Black holes, singularities, all our own,

Drifting and flailing in the cosmic wind,

Stars’ light cannot glimpse the inner dark

Past event horizons, past the named known.

Planets and satellites can be pinned

To a chart, but black holes avoid the mark

Of astronomers’ telescopes and pens.

What within lies, who outside cares to search

For answers to that recondite question?

Nothing must lie outside the human lens

Yet infinity defies the research

Of the astronomical profession.

I am planning on changing the last two lines. But I haven’t chosen to what just yet.

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