SCHWARZCHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSE

In the space
of a moment
a universe
can be engulfed
light pours forth
from a black hole
suns rise
over the event horizon
space curves in
on itself
until it is yesterday
Schrodinger’s cat
feasts on Albert’s twins
the dice
are just

out of reach.

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