Thursday, April 25, 2024


The imagery around
The unimaginable,
The torque of magnetic fields

Encircling present absence
As pictured by telescopes
And enhanced reproductions,

Isn’t it reminiscent
Of the way the creators
Of fictional characters

And first-person narrators
Will dance words up to the lip
Of where awareness leaves them—

All is darkness and silence,
Something huge and merciless,
Plunge, and Finished knowing—then—

Leaving an outline
Of where awareness can’t go
As where awareness had gone?

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