Description: Starting poems with a random word and then seeing where I go from there...generally leads to the same place, the same thoughts, just expressed in a slightly different way. Still, a fun exercise.
not even a black hole -------------------------------------------
Ossified, the memories of the past,
unyielding and unmerciful,
forever called to mind
like songs on the Billboard Top 100;
they play again and again
and keep on well past the point of sickness.
Alleviated, the day of unending sunshine
has come, to chase away all shadows
and illuminate all my bones and sinew;
not even a black hole could swallow
Like a turn on a swing set, we start down, then max out on the pullout g's and soar upwards. Nice ride. I think it worthy of more consideration as to title and tend to want to add an "and" before your "not even..."
I appreciate your explanation of how you started with a random word. Such tips are muses in themselves.
Strained as it might futurity fatidic's seem the blond in my entropy catalyst to me. To my omnipresent omniscience the thought of such clairaudience clairvoyance, omnificent omnipotence. Now you might say that this is purely nouminal thinking not grounded in corporeally preternatural finite fact but I would say what the evolutional precept is imagination's immaturity for if not to illuminate.