A novel I read said you live then you're dead
and that lightness of being's unbearable.
But wantonness led to commitment instead,
so perhaps its intention was parable.
The Hubble Space Telescope pointed its gaze
at a spiral in Virgo constellation—
a beautiful galaxy with puzzling ways
that's been given a lengthy designation.
It seemed normal, like Milky Way, at first glance,
but appearances often prove deceptive.
With camera which could the image enhance
that appraisal turned out to be defective.
There's a supermassive black hole at the heart
of the star system where we earthlings abide.
Yet this outwardly similar counterpart
has one with the lowest mass centered inside
that's nearly ever, in a luminous core
galactic, been found; still extra perplexing
is the computations they made, furthermore,
don't add up, which to scientists is vexing.
With black hole so light, the models predicted
emissions different from the spectrum seen
in the circling accretion disk depicted,
unless other processes here intervene.
Lightness of being has various senses
depending upon our perception of light.
Vision illumined calls forth recompenses
with deeper discernment that's far more than sight.
A sage once stated and reiterated
that life's as fleeting as an outgoing breath.
Since no one can tell when passing is slated,
he thought first of all he should learn about death.
Most live by ideas believed to be true,
while bedazzled by passion's pressing decrees,
swept on in a daze as their days fade from view,
having failed to perceive the forest for trees.
If our mortal demise is the journey's end
of all states of beingness, anguish and woe,
and there's nowhere beyond for the road to bend,
then none of it matters— but how do we know?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You do have a way with complexities in your poetry, and you so gracefully throw in the human element, your poem is outstanding and fascinating, personally, I think black holes are necessary to a functioning galaxy, I think they are the heart, engine, gyroscope that gives equilibrium to ours as well as other galaxies, even when they collide...the two become one and order is achieved in the long run.
I genuinely appreciate your response to my poem and that you recognized what I was trying to achieve in it. And, yes, black holes do seem to be an integral part of galaxies... and yet, there are still so many mysteries. I am, for instance, intrigued by M-Theory, and I have a poem posted here called M-Theory Musings written some years ago, if you wish to take a look...