Midnight Remarks

You’d think such a supermassive black hole – the heaviest known single-structure object in the universe – would have a stronger gravitational pull on those twinkling stars that surround it. You’d think such a supermassive black hole would be noticed for something other than the death or disfigurement of a dazzling star. You’d think, with how hard it tugs at those candescent constellations, and how far it drags the fabric of the universe down, and how loudly it screams into that endless abyss, that such a supermassive black hole would stand out against the ebony background of empty space.

But such a supermassive black hole will never soothe the stormy mind that stares up at the night sky. That would require iridescence, splendour – both of which a supermassive black hole, by definition, lacks. So, such a supermassive black hole does nothing but chew on lost time, the sparkling stories it watches unwind.

This is a prose poem I wrote in 2024 for a uni course. It’s been reworked several times since then, but I’m quite happy with the version you see here, so here it is published 🙂