"ergosphere" poems
Twist ye not the tendrils of time
frame dragging by any other name
black holes ergosphere sublimes
pulls spacetime to its slow down game
Those clocks and our clocks not the same
Time's vector smeared along its timeline
speeds along its X axis game
Remains longer on its own line rhyme
Then around and around she goes
For this clock so smitten runs so slow
And where the hands stop nobody knows
Spacetime's drill bit twisted so
This black silken dress of spacetime
Wrapped around this gravity vortex
Twisted infinity sublimes
on the singularities’ cortex
Redshifts starlight to infinity
Photons below values of C
Their orange trails of light I see
These curved, stretched, these twisted banshees
Frozen in space these tendrils of time
My heart beats on ever so slow
This time signature of space aligns
reality to its queer clocks of woe
In front of me coasting along
a singular photon it’s brilliance
flitting like a firefly’s lonely song
wave-like in its own resilience
This photonic duplicity
particle now and a wave the next
surrenders its reciprocity
to this block of spacetime so vexed
Such are the tendrils of time here
to the black holes seductive embrace
These time signatures skewed so queer
From the Dark Mother’s fingers trace
As she smiles at me saying:
“Oh my beautiful child of wonder”
“Blessed be your love and curiosity”
“Of all my spells that you fall under”
“To you all of my precocity”
“So I bless thee and thy lady “Star”
“Your undaunting love of Michele
“Shines on in O Class from thee so far”
“I release thee from this spacetime spell”
These tendrils of time wound round
These whirlpools in space
These wonders of space found
In Michele’s beautiful face.
Dave Proffitt
9/10/2016
3:01 PM
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
I
Here comes the storm.
When all of my choices are to be made.
For so long it seemed so far away,
And like a mirage it stayed the same.
No matter how other things moved,
The faster I moved the farther away it went.
II
Without a place to escape to, i followed the road where it went,
Wishing I knew what would happen after this storm.
I think it would be beautiful, though, as horses moved.
And though the storm comes no closer, despite my effort made,
Everything must be decided, nailed down, because nothing will be the same.
III
How tempting it is, to push everything away,
When I don’t know if this storm came and went.
Everything could be different, but to me it looks the same.
If only someone who knows it, could tell me of this storm.
**** it! I know some preparation could be made,
Soon, this storm or I will move.
IV
Once I begin, I will not be able to stop moving.
This storm will pull me in and I won’t get away.
I’m afraid it will take from me the ambition I’ve made,
I’m afraid that after I won’t know where it went,
And how to find it. maybe I won’t want to see this storm,
After all, it’s me that will change, this storm-any storm- will always be the same.
V
This storm, until I pass it, will stay the same,
But its inner workings collapse on themselves, and so its sameness moved.
All things cater to a storm.
They are invisible, but I know this one’s here. By the sway of the trees and the bend in the light and how all of the animals scamper away.
Through the warp of the stars I can see where it went,
It leaves a path, and to follow everything is made.
VI
Perspective is lost when fear is made.
And not all fears will stay the same.
If only in knowing where I went,
I can tell if the storm has moved,
It won’t matter if it stayed or went away.
It will matter that I walked-tall-into that storm.
VII
It will always catch up no matter how we move,
If we stay the same or move away.
Regardless of where we went, ahead remains the storm.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC