
Hubble Image of Horsehead Nebula
new worlds in the birthing
heaving gases and dust
extinguished of light
cosmic plasmas suspended
in winds that shape wombs
with a delicate privacy
inside the mind of creation
From my book Pieces of Wine
Hubble Image of Horsehead Nebula
new worlds in the birthing
heaving gases and dust
extinguished of light
cosmic plasmas suspended
in winds that shape wombs
with a delicate privacy
inside the mind of creation
From my book Pieces of Wine
“Dark Matter” by Troika
I am timeless
and massive
unseen but
all present
immune to
your physics
unfazed by
your light
entertained
by your blunt
metaphysics
I feed you
sustain you
surround you
absorb all
your darkness
your blackness
the worst of
your thoughts
and your words
said and done
now a part of me
oh but am I
so much more
beyond ken
and conception
all manifestation
of things
you are not
they are me
you have virtue
and beauty
mortality
weakness
and guilt
while it’s me
who owns
everything else
in this world
there are only
the two of us
we are that
binary substance
irrational
lopsided twins
of existence
the pair of us
zero sum actors
enacting reality
made from
our opposite flesh
mine so vast
yours so small
and yet you
you alone
are my reason
my purpose
without you
at last I am
nothing at all
“Pillars of Creation” – Photo by Hubble Telescope
Secrets of creation hide deep in conflation
Of science with faith, of corpus with wraith,
Discrete bits of essence, immune from senescence,
That mark each warm creature, or cold lifeless feature,
Of all the known world, plus those unknown, thus hurled
Through vastness of space, push-pulled in their chase
By grave forces, unseen, save by eyes utmost keen
As detectors of naught, who find nothingness caught
By the physics of sleight, in mathematical light,
Racing outward, away from a focal array,
From a radiant heart that outburst apart
With the first stroke of time, Divine in its prime.
Before that release, all was soundless still peace,
When all matter, all dust, was consigned to the trust
Of that heart, then mere speck, the one salient check
Against stark eternity, charged with modernity,
Then, slowly it swelled, its inertia unquelled,
Now a tumescent part that grew into that heart
Whose eruption destroyed the limitless void,
And sent forth material, mixed with ethereal
Substance that surged, until order emerged
That conformed to base laws, posed by God as first cause,
And the cosmos took form in a most perfect storm
Whose primordial strife gave way to first life.
(originally posted here April 2013 – written years before)
“The Falling Rocket” by James Whistler
we infer the invisible
entity gauging its
quiet behavior by
watching the telltale
of sensible things
learn the steps of the
dark matter dance
from the heat of
the beat of a starblink
the menace of shivering
hearts is bespoken by
glowering ice in the eyes
when impalas explode
from the brush a near
grass-bellied tiger
may thus be deduced
subatomic components
are theorized by chaos
of Hadron collisions
the force that is God
and as I so believe
exists over and under
around and within every
presence and absence
discerned in that arrow
of time the momentum
of entropy perfect of
order preceding the bang
of creation proceeding
hence thermodynamically
into the vast multiplicity
worlds within worlds that
contain our existence
so what then to make
of those episodes now
and then once in a while
on occasion that drop me
near terminal speed
in a wirra of downfall
no crisis of faith
says I firmly to me
merely gravity
having its way
(originally posted January 2014)
“Liebespaar Der Kuss” by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
ripe with passion and promise
two tentative hearts came
together together together
lips brushed by incomparable
sweetness that swirls existential
around every orb in the ether
suffusing that moment with
flavors of blissful surprise
all the suns and the moons
the entire blue universe joined
in one heart-stopping burst
a white light at once stunning
explosive beheld and inhaled
by excited new hope in dazed
eyes that its power will shine
long enough for two lifetimes
From my book Onionskin
cosmic symphonies
echo in the void
musical tensions
intensify canons
of union between
space and time
sight and sound
appositions that
resonate inside
the mind beat
their infinite
patterns of pulses
revealing one song
of similitude played
underneath and
behind and around
all diverse forms
of matter all
motions of life
their singular tones
interlocked in a
beautiful noise
carried first on
centripetal curvatures
gravity gracefully
plays close to home
then shot loose
into quadrants
of universe ever
expanding at speed
ever hastening
giving this music its
immortal signatures
chordal conspiracies
audible evidence
sung in chromatic
hued everlast voice
of truth proving
existence of things
and aren’t we
everyone
each and all
some little thing
among things
(Note: Title borrowed from a line by Walt Whitman in Leaves of Grass: “And I believe I have this night thought a thought of the clef of eternity.”)
night is the natural state
day but a temporal fiction
eternity flings itself
deep into darkness
across the black universe
here and there dotted
with pinpricks of light
solar rashes consisting of
miniscule suns needing
abstract rendition by
lens upon lens of great
telescopes merely to take on
the girth of the eye
we are each and all creatures
forever obscured yet misled
by the baseless belief in a
sureness of sunrise that
guarantees man stands out
visible handsome admired
Secrets of creation hide deep in conflation
Of science with faith, of corpus with wraith,
Discrete bits of essence, immune from senescence,
That mark each warm creature, or cold lifeless feature,
Of all the known world, plus those unknown, thus hurled
Through vastness of space, push-pulled in their chase
By grave forces, unseen, save by eyes utmost keen
As detectors of naught, who find nothingness caught
By the physics of sleight, in mathematical light,
Racing outward, away from a focal array,
From a radiant heart that outburst apart
With the first stroke of time, Divine in its prime.
Before that release, all was soundless still peace,
When all matter, all dust, was consigned to the trust
Of that heart, then mere speck, the one salient check
Against stark eternity, charged with modernity,
Then, slowly it swelled, its inertia unquelled,
Now a tumescent part that grew into that heart
Whose eruption destroyed the limitless void,
And sent forth material, mixed with ethereal
Substance that surged, until order emerged
That conformed to base laws, posed by God as first cause,
And the cosmos took form in a most perfect storm
Whose primordial strife gave way to first life.
Writer Lynne Sargent
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