Xenophobia and Elves
An Abecedarian Single Word per line Nonsensical Poem
Airy
Breeze
Catches
Dancing
Elven
Flowers
Giving
Homage
Inside
Justifiably
Kept
Leonine
Maned
Newly
Ostracized
Publicists
Quietly
Rioting
Sources
Tantalized
Under
Weird
Xenophobically
Yearning
Zookeepers
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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Comments (2)
Oooo, I learned a new word today, Leonine! Such a fantastic Abecedarian!
Love this!!!💕❤️❤️