Thank you so much for sharing this poem from the ends of the blackhole you have mined another beauty.

I love the way your poems end always giving us hope:

Yea even pull them out of turbid dust: for once to thrive
And blast empyrean idea-less gloom to finally come alive

There is no writer's block just a fear of the unexpected.
Sometimes I feel like I am going crazy and I envy those who are can get away with posting the same thing again and again. It is when I come here that energy kicks in. We spur each other on. I'm sorry if sometimes the world looks like an empty sea, a salty wasteland of places where water could have been. My blog may look like this sea but I'm digging deeper.

Thanks for keeping me inspired :)