Full to the whim with phantasy
Elementary particles live in a vacuum
Defined by eloquent equations
Nothing gets out of a black hole
Except a divergent imagination
Traveling silently in boson darkness
One caught below with 119 zeros
A cosmic constant holds them
Slaves in Higgs field incarceration
Unable to make the quantum jump
They wait for a physicist to see
A collision to make their debut
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Black holes are by definition 'nothing' - or perhaps in another reality they are start points of alternate reality/unreality. I guess between the two there has to be something common