A Universe
By onemorething
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A universe is compressed into skulls
in the cosmology of ourselves;
cerebral function, the interchange
of forces and bodies
between galaxies and void.
Here, ancient thoughts orbit neural suns
to a trap of patterned repetition -
silent films of them play out
their voiceless coils,
centaurs gallop chaos
from synapse to synapse,
dreams of silicate and metal
are lost from asteroid belt
to become shoal-less silvered fish
in a wide ocean of night.
And my grief glides on winds of memories,
a black swan of dark nebulae -
all the matter that haunts the ether -
for other potential lives that pulse
in distant quasars, in the starlight
of alternatives, my questions storm
arrows of meteor showers, but
disintegrate to dust and purgatory,
unanswered, unanswerable.
Image from pixabay of a black swan. The swan thing is turning into my wren thing. I'll stop when there are cygnets, I'm sure.
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those shoal less fish...
those shoal less fish....suspended animation, and those flick book silent movies on repeat - what are those centaurs up to? Questions are arrows of light that sometimes burn out..a sad spin around the galaxy, black swan tour, beautifully written.
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No objection to the centaurs..
hadn't really seen them as unruly before...more the healing kind...(way too Harry Potter for this poem!) and the suffering healing kind kind, have them linked with Prometheus - 'Chiron'
so -I liked the idea of them 'galloping chaos' 'from synapse to synapse' (is what I meant to say!)
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Your deep thinking is vast
Your deep thinking is vast like the cosmos. The universe compressed into our brains makes you realize just how powerful and mysterious we actually are. As long as we understand the dangers of repetition, then it can be a stable friend.
Much food for thought in your poem onemorething.
Jenny.
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"shoal-less silvered fish"
"shoal-less silvered fish" that's so scary/lonely, reminded me of in films when the tether breaks on a spacewalk. "silvered" makes it magic, and sad. And I love the alliteration! This line will be my mind-worm for today I think!
I really like "starlight of alternatives" too
will have to read again, with all your poems, more opens each time!
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Rachel, your imagination is
Rachel, your imagination is as vast as the universe you are describing. I daren't contemplate the magnitude of the cosmos, too scary. I am sure I would disappear through a black hole.
Was your description of centaurs a reference to Alpha Centauri?
Regards, Luigi x
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