Black Hole

I live beneath a ceiling, beneath
a type of weaving, where
stars are placed by gravity
into the centers they pertain to,
as found

within their magnetism is
a refection of where they
attend

provided they are suddenly yearned
for by
empty space, as if
they were waited for

they find their way,
and are
placed, exactly, precise
by gravity
building a starry weave beneath a daunting night

I live beneath a ceiling

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