Light-Ghosts Drink at Their Black Hole

at the edge of their black hole the light-ghosts bark at the darkness they flit all around the accretion disk and jab with their beaks into the depths

their heads get sucked in they break free with their light screams they shatter the brittle edges of gravity and snap up the jagged pieces to eat

they digest the darkness their eyes, fortified, beam through the hole black radiance comes out the inside dimensions are rebooted, refitted

now comes the phase change: the light-ghosts gather flesh

as they put on solid radiance