Creamy
Circles
Swirl slowly
Like a spiralling
Galaxy,
Round
And
Round
At the slightest turn
Of my spoon.
Frothy Comets
And Planets
And Pulsars
Disappear
Down
A huge
Black Hole,
Swallowed
Into oblivion,
Nevermore
To see
Light again.
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