A black hole on earth
The chance
that a black hole will materialize on earth
is so infintesimally small
as to be considered 'practically' impossible
But still
the quantum physics suggesting the possibility
makes me feel small in the same way
and I shudder
that feeling of nihilism rising again
like bile in my throat
The fear that knowledge engenders
is too considerable for me to partake
and instead I prefer to escape
in words
and art
and stories
likes of which can never be useful
and in regards to which
I can never fool myself of its being useful
But still an open book
is a simpler refuge
from a world I cannot handle
In any sense
scientifically, financially,
or educationally so help me
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