Revolutions executed in space,
remembrance coming slowly
down from red stars in the
distant ether.
Planets swing upon invisible
suspension, cambering in as
the strings come
taut against the
mass of solar
bodies.
Empires fade into dimness
with light centuries
behind and ahead
only new-created
empty.
What are we but the particles
spun up in our wakes,
the waves upon quiet
surfaces with our
passing?
What solar winds blow our sails
taut and propel us ever
outward into the barrens
of new-made
darkness?
What strange matter do we use
to construct our starship,
frothing infinite waters,
circumnavigating
leagues of infinity?
3 comments:
Duct Tape... I use duct tape.
Seriously great questions these... Things to ponder in the night as for me it seems clearer then.
Thanks, I enjoyed this on!
Firehawk,
This talk of planets and how they're bound to stars:
"Planets swing upon invisible
suspension, cambering in as
the strings come
taut against the
mass of solar
bodies."
Newton would have liked it, Einstein more so. Gravity. Oddly the most commonly experianced of the forces - as we heave our selves from bed each day - yet the least understood. Sure we can calculate the force but no explanation. The electromagnetic and atomic forces are all nicely bundeled together by quantum theory. But gravitation? Wow, it's a rogue force. You're wise question its nature.
Guys,
Again, great comments. Thanks, and I appreciate your time and energy.
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