Salvage Operation...
The spin was large it created gravity,
A vortex of soulless mean,
Frozen in the bloody dirt,
Splashing pavement and doors.
Yet no spin is equal to a black hole,
They've fallen in,
Though the event horizon's time distortion...
...feels like forever for them to fall,
Inevitably,
Inexorably,
No escape.
After the Spring and Summer,
We must pull our ragged souls out of the closets,
Dust them and wash them with love,
Begin the salvage operation,
Build a time to warm the heart again.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01-31-2026
