Black Holes Poem by William Levy

Black Holes



For the man who will give it all away
as the pages burn in his head
For the willing and true people
as the old score pronounces them dead

I send my regards
for they have become an unchanging flow

Mountains will fall and buildings collapse
all is destined to perish in a storm we no not

all is true
in an untruthful
world

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