Black Hole - Pupil Poem by Daniel Peter Jones

Like a black hole, drinking in its surroundings,
No hesitation or fading hunger,
Endless streams of light swirling to its end
Absorbed in absolute darkness,
Each Planet a speck of dust, spiralling around a warped pupil.

Like a black hole; your pupil soaks in light
A perfect circular vitreous ball, Black encased in white,

Your Iris is the Galaxy lens, its colour and its form
Your optic nerve the wormhole, sending light to be transformed

Pulsing through an unknown world, after the horizon of events
The black hole soaks up gravity, like your pupil, light it bends

We process waves of light in ways; a black hole feeds its realm
We see images sometimes false, but in space that all depends

What's behind those dark holes, our brain can tell us our place
From our black hole, our pupil, to the pupil out in Space