Straight from our own stars core

I breathe,

it’s radiance, transmuting

via the trees, the seas to me:

to you and we, to every creaturely pore

that sips, gulps, loves

how it sings in the blood

brightens the tears

in each hungry cell.

Running like crazy, in and out

of every tiny interstitial space, gland,

wiggly arteriole, marrow stem-cell

satiated: saturating with solar gold;

infused, breathed upon by cosmic gods

clothed in fiery suns,

dancing the playground galaxies:

hop-scotching between dimensions,

rollercoasting through wormholes

tossing the Opposites around

likes footies, with childish glee.

 

So the bones pirouette

 in holographic, nano worlds,

their fractal games, grand and joyful

when their juices flow.

 

Entangle the lot in the fabric of Time!

Deny Gravity’s exclusive assumptions!

Wrap each molecule - particle, nebula

every which way, scrumpled up,

silky smooth or swathed in vast folds:

milky ways embroidered on the rims,

velvety, blackest portals

and dizzy vortices

dotted and knotted around,

woven in the weft.

 

So we zither, thrumming harp strings,

frequency-leaping  arrythmically

twirling the scales and patterns

born from pure hydrogens thrust;

it’s protochemical intent to quantum play.

 

The most superlative Closed Circuit

 ever invented - including the Vacuum! Darling paradox: infinitude - no-Time.

Impossibility manifest!

Also: maths without extension.

Mortal mind-mad.

God-stuff.