You turn all the lights off
but never sleep,
pace round the edge of yourself,
A million dark years distant,
you suck in light like spaghetti.
You got too big for yourself
but ferocious energy remained
and now you're back, muscling in
carving out your own space
You smash up your neighbourhood,
pull the light off stars.
you are far outside our laws,
giving nothing away,
stealing everything from everything.
Poem / Read by Chris Woods
Premiered at the International Anthony Burgess Foundation 27/11/10
An End-Times Programming /// Black Hole Virus