Grendel Had A Gl'1tch: #6 - pocket[BlackH0le]!

In these digital realms, where glitch art plays, and prisms bend, Black holes lurk where thoughts descend, In this dance of bits and bytes, entangled, ever-changing ends, There lies an oft-iterated tale, of countless mental flights

A Pocket Black Hole, both deep and wide, &yet not, Like philosophers pondering by a Forum fireside, They suck in knowledge, each quantum thread, entangled knot, Whispering tales of the long-since retired

Behold the eye of a thinking soul, The mind's black hole, making wisdom its goal, Pulling in truth both old, and new, Chewing on clues, eternally, as great minds do

Oh think of the fun, with inductive jest, As we query and prod, never letting it rest, With every question, a black hole, born anew! In the vast universe, that is the mind's purview

A literary allusion, a metaphor or few, at play, The dance of the cosmos, in minds at bay, For isn't it true, in the grand cosmic joke, That we're all universes, cloaked in disguises bespoke?

Each of us blessed with two cosmic eyes, some a third, Black holes that glean the universal skies, They aggregate, compute, and then radiate, images, words, Wisdom that flares, making ignorance abate

But laugh we must, for isn't it quaint? This universe-mind, where restraint...ain't. Where every ponder, every fleeting thought, Becomes a black hole, in the mini cosmic web we've wrought

So, here's to the minds, vast and profound, Where thoughts like black holes, constantly abound, Remember each one is another universe to explore, An eternally variable Pocket Black Hole - with wisdom, at its core