An Advent of Sense

Black holes you can't see it, only the movement around it, its effect a star's entire self collapsed into density unfathomable, heavy an unbelievable stretch and still this only theory mighty devourer, destroyer, creator, maker and taker of light sharpening wheel preparing the blade that will continue moving matter superheated sparks spinning out, spawning far-flung hoards chilled to fresh birth brightness a star in the east