Is the Black Hole here too
Amidst the roll of hills
And still of water
I does follow me no matter
Can it be diverted like the stream
It wants to swallow all my dreams
Maybe I should fall in
Over expose my limited vision
Expand my particles beyond their capacity.
Let the funnel feed on me until the streaks of light are squeezed thin then dissolve into alternation
I should not fear the squeeze but I do
It’s my wholesome nocturnal home
The bridge into the central chamber
From the outermost bad behavior
When it’s done with me
I’ll know
change
Monolithic Heart
How did I get here?
You’ll never guess where I am.
In the belly of the Titanic.
Deep in the sinking heart and center.
I return to the scene of the crime.
Ten plus years later.
A hundred million tears later.
Since it all tumbled down.
The city blood rushes on.
Renews itself with fresh oxygen and steel.
Only its memory holds the pain.
Its cells are strong, resilient.
The fire forges a new change.
A broad and ever expanding skyline.
A monolithic heart of darkness.
No intrusion withstanding.
It pumps and breathes on.
The Silence of New York
I like to be in tune with the music of New York.
So many simultaneous symphonies.
So many psychic notes.
It fills the air in blinding colors.
If you are one of the lucky few.
Who colors do coordinate harmonically.
The instrumentation is beyond richness.
Always approaching train wreck cacophony.
Climax and diminuendo.
The rests are an integral part of this song.
But they only come in long wave frequency.
Once in a strange while the silence sets.
The audience gasps and holds the breath.
Awaiting the next note.
Will it come crashing in again?
With fire and a terrifying chorus of screams.
Will the next bar blind us with infrared.
Anticipation is the element that builds this New York City musical mood.