Into the Blue Black

There Are Only Beginnings

In space and time there are only beginnings,

tangents shooting off in all directions,

universal lines playing connect-the-dots,

blanketing the inner screen of our perception.

We are micro-reflections

of a movement so vast,

a trillion light years pass

in one grand stroke.

At this magnitude

a symphonic gesture takes forever,

single notes ripple and resound

over a lifetime of grub-like toil

on the surface of a sparkling sphere.

There are no editors, here, in space,

no composers either,

just this unfolding movement,

untrammelled,

and, as yet,

uncut.

Pulling meaning, form,

and beauty from chaos,

stretching energy

from gaseous starry masses

into brilliant string-like taffy,

supernovae leave

trails that Klein their way back to the beginning.

Our minds spill open in contemplation.

An attempt to harness a single thought anchors us,

and for a millisecond we fly our stripes:

Human – Intelligent – Victorious.

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As infinitesimal lifeforms,

we incandesce – seven billion jellies flashing

a brief ah ha – before extinguishing

ourselves in the void.

We bring our love with us

and add its spark

to the eternal combustion

to begin once

and again.