I expected more from you
You were my shining star
The one with no points
Just unconditional light traveling far
Could I have been the Supermassive black hole
Who transformed your radiance to nothing more
Than an unsolved crime
Of gravitation crushing divine
In the cosmic arena
A fight for pull and beauty partakes
With math and numbers holding order and place
Thought and wonder forming shape
So here I stand dreaming of death
With chaos on shore to share sunder
This is thunder
A blinding flash can only dull sight
You must will the rest to take flight
You know I shoot straight through a pinhole
Listen not with your eyes
Tend to your soul
Don't go under.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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