Starspeke
With awe
I watch the way they dance around the rim of my little App,
degree by fleeting degree
divinely mathematical,
to the immemorial tune and pace
of the Solar track spun around
the galactic core, from yuga to yuga
thru cosmic potholes, hotspots,
Nebulaic nurseries, photonic zones
incandescent fireballs of dying systems,
ice ages and bottomless null tracts
in passing.
In holographic replication
each of our micro-journeys
are marked by similar geometry
of holographic progression,
stage by fractal stage.
Out of doorsteps, jumping off cliffs
free-falling into holes, traps, transcending;
on foot, via intention or consequence,
in all sorts of craft,
that bodily speed up neutral transitions from A to Z;
including anti-matter fields,
negative space,
inbetween domains;
down blackest, wormholey tunnels
between the mortal hells and heavens we create;
between house and home,
hearts desires and multiple loyalties
- and finally indwelling, letting go.
The single mundane spot for any soul
on our spinning rock - for any given moment
that is pure love, incorrigible destiny.
April