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Our Event Horizon
©2-19-19, Olan L. Smith
A yelp or whimper, who know the sounds
That come for us. What is the sound of mass
Going down the throat of a black hole?
Perhaps that is the yelp to come. The planet
Earth is on the event horizon of the Milky Way's
Central black hole. Time, therefore, stands still
Waiting for an eternity to be gulped, eaten, or devoured.
Black holes are really galaxies already swallowed,
Slurped, now there something to yelp about.
The universe is a whole bunch quaffs gulped
And one big belch, or vise-verse. If our galaxy
Is an event horizon, then, everything we see beyond
Has already vanished; time for us stands still.
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