The Penumbra of the Empty, Part XIII

I know where the sun shines
I know where the trees blow
I know where the snow falls
I know where the river flows

I don’t know where the sun shines
I don’t know where the trees blow
I don’t know where the snow falls
I don’t know where the river flows

I don’t know where the branches fall
They all fall into a black hole
That never ends
Just because it never stops growing
It grows every inch you speak, every inch you take
But when it stops a ball in that black hole will explode

And then flames, ashes, come upon it.