Black, black, black holes,
That I failed to estimate
Your poles.
I have no poleaxe,
I have also no intention
To poles apart,
And I see the pole star there.

Black, black, black holes,
That I know you are swallowing
My sun and my earth and everything
That are mine air, water, fire and the sky.
You are invisible I know
But you are creating a void
In the fabric of my life space.

-Black, Black, Black Holes, gajanan mishra

as a gift for emma, my secret santa-ee. i present to you: a collection of songs that remind me of the colour: black.

8 tracks