A large, hot star is burning brightly in the deep,
Dark depths of space and nearing its inevitable death.
Slowly, gradually expanding outward, it gets hotter, hotter
Until it can expand no more and it goes crashing inward
Upon itself. Denser and denser it becomes, its core
Slowly increasing the gravity within.
The more it implodes, the more it implodes,
Until, at last, it can become no denser
And the gravity-wrapped space ensures that even light
Cannot escape, and time stops at the center--
The singularity formed. Event horizon, the point
Of no return for anything--everything devoured,
Slowly adding mass to the ever-hungry carnavore.
Invisible except the x-rays released at the edge
Of the event horizon, where matter
And its antimatter twin are born
Of nothing. One is devoured and the other
Set free, just out of reach
releasing a photon
Of x-ray
Light.
This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Monday, January 18, 2021
Black Hole
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