Sta.sh
a plea, a prayer— there's so much our eyes can't see;
a billion little lines exist between us
and nothing,
and everything.
we are not lost in the darkness—
every quark sparks another,
invisible, but there,
and here,
appetent at our fingertips.
seconds are waiting to be found,
to be formed, to mix with string theories
and ideas of special relativity,
illuminating possibilities.
i want to matter,
to exist
where our actions and reactions live in distant galaxies
reflected back in our eyes, close.
you say we're blind, stuck—
i say, perspective.
succumb to black holes and swallow white;
we can't resist the pull, but can escape.
i want to see the tiny lines in your irises waver:
overactive nerve impulses, momentum quickening
the beat under your breast, chill bumps raised on flesh,
eager to be freed and consumed, without resistance.
with might and main, equate this:
gravity is collapsing, and soon,
we'll build anew from scattered stardust.
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1/30/2013
Additional kudos for writing such a lovely piece that hitched itself right onto a feeling that I have trouble describing. You managed to convey this inter-connectivity and togetherness that I've tried to capture in poetry before, and not done nearly so beautifully or so completely.
Awesome, awesome work to you and Miss Amazing both.
Thank you Miss Stephanie for your super wonderful and kind comments. They mean a lot.
I'm curious who the other gal was, and I shall get it from you. lol
I think I know. But...yeah. You'll tell me.
and this part:
"i want to see the tiny lines in your irises waver:
overactive nerve impulses, momentum quickening
the beat under your breast, chill bumps raised on flesh,
eager to be freed and consumed, without resistance." - it's very vivid.
Really nice, well done to you and the anonymous genius.
She really is a gorgeous writer with a brilliant mind. I wish I could share her with you all.
Ah yes it would be great to read her stuff as well.. too bad. Maybe some day