January 23, 2012
Monday Poem
As dust and gas swirls around the black hole
matter compresses causing it to glow.
Scientists can only see the outline of the black
hole, also called its shadow. –Physorg.com
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Seeing a Black Hole or Bouquet of Altroemeria
First you must know
that shadows glow
Circling the shade of nada
(the thing that can’t be seen)
the stuff of anything will gleam
incandescent as a candle
round the outline
of a vase upon a table
whose cache of blossoms tantalize
every eye that grasps:
these things of brilliant burgundy
are shades of shadows cast
which cast of blossoms tantalize
every eye that grasps:
these things of brilliant burgundy
are not the stuff that lasts
which passing blossoms tantalize
every eye that grasps:
these things of brilliant burgundy
will not be fastened fast
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by Jim Culleny
1/17/12
Posted by Jim Culleny at 12:27 AM | Permalink
Comments
@ Jim:
And round and round we go, swirling and spiraling into the abyss. Nice.
I wonder how you might handle the idea that we (and our reality) are a computer simulation, or holographic projection from a flat, 2-D surface.
I'd hate to think your poetry is a product of a computer simulation.
Posted by: Norman Costa | Jan 23, 2012 7:19:11 PM
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