To a friend
Black holes, the great
devourers, whose maws
nothing can escape,
are, so Lee Smolin tells
us, seeds of universes,
each event horizon
hiding a cosmos
blazing in stars,
blazing in life
- and each black hole
in those universes
a gate to creation.
01.06.2024
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