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Unrelenting Black Holes
Copyright © 2004 by ruth and michael

Frayed and stained soiled blankets
surrounded by the night.
Dark cloaked expressions of hope
reflected in the light.

It can be seen most clearly on
those days that the sunshines,
painted with watercolored garbage
and nickels from the blind.

Looking out from hooded eyes,
I wonder what they see ?
Wrapped up in cardboard or worse,
now how can that be free ?

Did they ever look upon
some lost soul who was there,
nickels in some battered tin
just falling through the air ?

What will happen to them
these sad shivering souls,
peering out and lost in
Unrelenting Black Holes,
Unrelenting Black Holes ?

Did they ever know
one day they too would fall,
down that same hole and
fail to rise at all ?

What will happen to them
these sad shivering souls,
peering out and lost in
Unrelenting Black Holes ?

What will happen to them
these sad shivering souls,
peering out and lost in
Unrelenting Black Holes,
Unrelenting Black Holes ?