Albert K. Ashes-Bury’s Black Hole, All Gone, Back Here

In my black hole outside
the glow
in darkness—acid tongued—looking at
art, feeling so
childlike, if it’s

mine: we take

photographs—good light—I like
how fun I look in them
as I did back then. Then
black hole, all gone, back here—
serious—smoke—ownership—big walls.

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