sagittarius a*

Though unwitnessed,
What pretentious
Ceremony I make
Of a rented-movie night,
A laugh too-peacocky
In the effulgence of 4K-light.
All the while,
An impossibly distant,
Ravenous black hole
Tapers its teeth
On the accreting whole
Of matter and time
In a star-bar bowl
At the middle of the Milky Way.
It may well be a fallacy
Or twist-physics multiplicity:
My tiny life,
My quotidian,
Bit-better-than-simian day;
But I’ve got on
Fancy boxers anyway
And click-to-play
Something sci-fi…