The universe disallows the disappearance of information.
Without black holes, how will I explain
things like my insatiable appetites
for the same experiences, over and over?
The way things enter my orbit
then are never heard from again?
The way I absorb knowledge hungrily but
can never recall it? It merges with my core
then draws in other information to join it
in oblivion.
I am not as hidden as I think.
Though I hug my mass to myself
it radiates away.
I’ll never attain the density I think I need.
I give up. I shine for a time.
I won’t live forever.