sitting up straight
inviting inspiration

a whisper on lips
a mind opened

a woman's passion is a fiction of the sun
a radiance that forms and lingers
it's time burning like a rag in a guttering flame
it flickers, it spits a storm, a moment's certainty
a lifetime's doubt
it is the whisper of the wind in barren trees
a crucible for gravity's fervor
a silence dreaming its imploded sounds

Into the lofty paradise of a quiet
         mind
                          she goes
Focusing on eternity
     she breathes
     into each silent sphere
             with luminous delight !
Chakra orientation :
              she sits
             like a lotus  on a circular bed
              made of ancient gold and bronze .
Delving deeper than the
                        ocean floor
    inside a cavernous  place  
                         further still than
                God's pitch of stars
Inside this Utopian fairyland
                              of purant truth
                     Shangri-la
        the place of her new existence,
Her very own garden of Eden,
                                    more beautiful than
the promised land.

Neandertal of mortal man
Whose memory did live and span
Through countless generations spun,
portraying you, the only one.
You lived and died, you laughed and cried.

And randomly, you caste about
To find yourself.....your Maker's shout?


Began for thee a tiny mote,
Which grew in increments of hope,
That echo in the empty room
Which died a catatonic boom!


Out of nothing you appeared
A shadow grew and then careered
Spontaneously you simply knew
Correctly when and what, to do....
You lived and died, you laughed and cried.

Brilliant mathematic play,
Prescient in your Makers ' way?

Began for thee a tiny mote,
Which grew in increments of hope,
That echo in the empty room
Which died a catatonic boom!

For centuries you kept the peace,
Restrained the enmities, release.
Lived conjointly well with man
Interbreeding with the plan.....
You lived and died, you laughed and cried.

A patterned engineering day
Which coalesced your Maker's way?

Began for thee a tiny mote,
Which grew in increments of hope,
That echo in the empty room
Which died a catatonic boom!

Then you left, you simply went
As if your energies were spent,
As if the work was now complete
The impetus left at your feet.
You laughed then cried; then finally died.....

The silence in the empty room
Resounded to your Maker's loom!

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
28 September 2025

Engineering to the Bridge:

"Time passed, but without us. A bit like Kepler's third, I suppose."

Express your "law" another way. Throw rocks at the moon. Stone the satellite because of your own despicable sins.

I see demise in your face. There's something strange about the through lines of your crew, the yellow journalism of their spacewalk.

Posters of the wild frontier, staggered and torn, said nothing will go wrong. That sometimes death is merely the devil changing colors.

"I think not, Captain. You laugh when you should cry. You tear to pieces the pictures of the overtaken. You run from the lie detectors. Otherwise, your narrative falls apart and all you're left with is your withered mind funneling down a ****** abyss..."