Come from what the telescope reveals
Of black matter in the brain
Where the old alchemists and magicians
Work on in improved laboratories
Settling the latest arguments
With explosions of colorful gas
What is a black hole if not
The first heart
Pumped by its flow of stars
Where the old blood and the new
Run together and apart
One who speeds on to destruction
And one who ventures out into the wide sea
Sailing by the stars
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