Black hole among the boring clothing

I lay on my bed in hot boring summer.
There was a black hole
discarded among the boring clothing.
Within I saw the folds of infinity
stretching, looking just like
socks still unmatched
after washing.

There was a black hole
discarded among the boring clothing.
I waited for it to act
to launch us all to space
or maybe
open another dimension,
where smoking wouldn't kill you
so I had a chance to be cool.

But nothing happened
it was just my pile
of discarded, boring clothing.

#poem
30-08-25
Updated: 15-11-2025