Updated: Mar 16, 2020
by Emma Indelicato
Cream and sugar-dust home
where microcosms happen to grow
like bacteria in the rot and spoils of the universe
the curdling of the cosmos.
Who cries as it endlessly spills beyond
the horizon and the events that define us?
As our children crawl and swim into ice ages
the smell of tears and brides’ bouquets and the oxygen
perfume of the early earth
space glazes over it all and spreads
the divorce of particles
until it drips
down over an unseeable edge
into the carpet of the unknown.
As supernovae splotch and sow
a sea of dust that used to be stars
and it may reap anew once again
never-ending and never-beginning but always moving.
The gravity of our history binds us to question
yet the answers diffuse away, constantly expanding.
We chase but our feet bleed and brains blitz
A mental speed limit.
Let Hubble and Einstein
drive for millions of parsecs.
Go on an intergalactic roadtrip
with Cepheids on the radiowaves.
Maybe they will whisper their stories and secrets
through dreams and days from the dead.
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