A brilliant supernova shocks
the profound silence of space,
ruptures its delicate membrane,
leaving a raw tear in the milky veil.
O Questing Star,
most precious sapphire,
sagittal word borne to us
on velvet black ripples:
Via Venus'-Looking-Glass we observe
as you detonate, shoot, bolt
pythonic across eternity.
The wedding hymn's celestial melisma HOME
calls us to celebrate this ripening,
yet we have not the ears to hear.
Its largo rhythmic robes
sweep the void, sounding. DEAREST
Who dares to hold the bridegroom back
with the dance about to begin?
Bearing down on the Nux of Wisdom
– in its purest impulse –
a piercing pulsar crowns HEAVEN'S GATE
from between whirling galactic tails:
Virginal Sophia labours, OPENS
and births in our final hour.
Three Norns step forward
to prophesy over the New Seed: SOON
They soothsay the River of Time
outruns its course.
Shifting polarities,
it reverses itself.
Those who resist
drown in their own fear.
Without reflection,
having not the eyes to see,
their living spark
extinguishes itself
kissing the face of the deep.
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Into the Blue Black
PoetryA collection of early musings on the nature of the Universe and my infinitesimal part in it.
