Abyss in August

One day Philosophy sent a spark into my brain. 

It was a small speck of light, and it settled inside my head and it started to grow. 

It swirled and glowed, all white and gold. 

What at first I took to be a star, I soon realized was a black hole. 

It shimmered with light and energy on the surface, but only because it was sucking in the thoughts and ideas around it.

That was over a decade ago. 

Philosophy's abyss in my brain is about marble-sized now,
one of the big throwing marbles. 

It grows quite slowly. 

But it still has the power to suck in parts of the goodness around it
when it gets close enough. 

It can still take a swipe at parts of my life that I think are meaningful, and leave them smeared like a ruined galaxy, all dust and smashed planets.