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The Fire Burns
Poems
Oct 2016
Time, Distance, Dimensions, and the Ticking Clock of Existence
The star's burn until they nova,
after hot brilliance for billions of years.
Minutes matter little in the cosmos,
particularly in the beginning.
The expanding egg-shaped universe
is actually an illusion, a hologram,
in two dimensions, projected.
Is it simply a construct of an alien brain?
Black holes destroy everything,
or do they?
Does life in some other iteration,
get extruded into another dimension?
Huge amounts of emptiness,
occupied by dark matter,
fill the void between.
Gravity occasionally destroys due to encroachment.
The clock ticks down from the big bang,
is there an end? Will it all reverse?
Will there be a giant collapse?
Only time and space will tell
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The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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