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Traces of Love
Traces of love
Forces of time
Scratches of elation
fossilising light
Drink deep from this cup of uncertainty
for the stage overflows
brimming
screaming
of infinite etchings, scripts and dramas
of both rapture and sublimity
Colliding Particles
Trembling icing sugar
and corn flour in brevity
defying the all pervading
gravity
Splashes and stains of squirting lime
dusty kitchen shelves
creating time
Why is it that we cannot really fathom
Space and time
in constant oscillation?
Titan
Liquid methane on Titan
reflecting the Sun
Spectacular and at ease
for the day has begun
How soothing is the Sun
appearing day in, day out
on horizons of infinite bodies,
which,
like rolled out marbles,
catch the glint of this burning light source
a game in which each body has its own temporal course
Otherwise wrapped in the pitch
darkness of sleep
This empty stage of space
so endlessly vast
exists solely for the theatre of a human cast
Surely Not!
Saturn's tilt is not yet understood
how then to measure the giant's hold, on its moons?
The final orbit inside its rings revealed nothing solid
just big empty clouds
hot and torrid.
Shadows
The long shadows of dreams
move like slow deep wells
Skimming flattened surfaces
Willing the tenebrous accomplices
to go on ahead
To create a definition
of the mist and disposition
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