Black Holes and Rainbows

to salvage that authenticity you want so badly to grasp,

understand the magnitude of your existence.

don’t seek to control perception,

reality is as vast as it is boundless,

limited in thought as it is in circumstance,

a black hole harboring scintillating light.

yet,

change is the inevitable catalyst to the bearers of wisdom,

the silence,

quiet enough to be called “calm” but renders a storm so ravenous,

to leave an array of colors revealed to the eyes a rainbow,

forms of energy aligned together,

presenting their unique demeanor while simultaneous in guise,

discovered not by wonder but in wander,

shared not by coincidence but by desire,

chakras,

of a cycle meant to be sought after and altered,

blank spaces woven in the fabric of time.