It begins as a star
A striking luminescence
Burning on its own energy
Larger than the billions that surround it
Consuming enough
To swallow six hundred suns
More
It blazes in your mind
Yearning for expression
Yearning to be seen by more than yourself
It yearns
Until the gravity of its own desire
Plummets into itself
Collapses over itself
Explodes
The core becomes a black hole
That no one but you can see
Something so deep
So dominant
That all the other stars
Are sucked into orbit
Surrounding it
This one idea
The bits of it that don’t belong have blasted away
Some returned in the orbit
Others are drowned into the darkness
But the black hole turns
And you take it
And you place it onto a page
And you watch it
Watch it form into its own galaxy
Watch it become a universe of its own
Watch it live and breathe beneath pen marks
And ink splotches
Born of need
Born of passion
Born of throwing out
And taking in
Born of death
And rebirth
Born of desperation
To be known
This idea
This one idea
Has no chance of true existence
Yet here it lives
Real
As the words on this page