The pure of heart shine as they walk
Holy saints, they know this not
Not burdened by self, nor self-reflexed
Their eyes "preciating all over the space...

He"s far from that, his ego grown big
His soul, nee sun, now "black hole"
His shining won"t "scape his gravity thrall
Him thereby "radiating within...
(a soul-for-self yang-yin)

He can"t go unnoticed, can"t mingle in desert:
"black holes" betray their presence;
so heads and sights,
unbeknownst,
ill-reposed,
will turn and cross toward his eyes...

In focus, now peak of Olympus,
gunshot by others" eyerays...
There"s no halo to black nimbus
and foreign is glister to gold that"s black.