Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
Stars are hardly radiant pinhole projectors, but
tremendous, seething nuclear furnaces, and when
ours went nova, our dissociated elemental atoms
were flung across the void in divergent directions.
I see you, I see you now above the blazing spilt
psychedelic milkshake horizon of spewing star-guts,
thou wayward, jewelly necklace. On, pass on into the
naked night to rain down on proto-planets yet suspended
in their early spasms of coalescence. Be a vein
of gold to be mined by some sapient race
as yet undreamed, and grace the finger-tentacles of
multitudes in shining rings, for they will surely protest
and avow the same magnitude of undying passion that
once bound our hearts ‑‑ and always will, unto the End.
Well-crafted piece of scientific universal ashes-to-ashes pessimism, or is it pessimism? Epic proportions, catchy epithets and a stupendous scale, from the 'little stars' to super novas to new, future sapient races using our atoms as jewelry. Quite crushingly evocative, that prospect.
ReplyDeletei don't detect any pessimism in it myself.
ReplyDelete"And when ours went nova." I don't know why, but I found the tone of this line so comedic--it's awesome!
ReplyDelete"I see you." Normally, I'd probably find these words chilling, but the emotion behind them isn't meant to instill fear, it's meant to instill serenity. "I see you" represents "I know you" in this sense. Wow. :)