Staring into the eyes of a desolate world, crumbling bits falling off into decay.
Gravity spinning into oblivion, the push/pull to and fro. These worlds manic in their display are off course in distant memory. Spiraling helplessly as being watched by beings upon which they dream nightly.
No need for advanced technology, let it follow that natural path, that karmic wrath. It all fumbles and tumbles down this rabbit hole, this ever hungry black hole.
Filling the skies with distorted visualizations, mind warped deliveries and time constraint reveries. Drifting along a course like water draining down a sink, broken molecules rap and dance as they bid farewell to this side of this galaxy, nay this known reality.
Spat back out adrift in a plane of pure ecstasy, these molecules rearranged into ordered sensible structures, formulating building blocks of chemical and biological mimicry. Blueprints of life eternal resting in the aether of Creation, ever present and architecturally sound.
Displays of higher knowledge, complex designs and patterns called sacred, they bish and bash their way into shapes familiar and not, displaying a dance hither and thither.
Wherever it goes, ends up, is not the known or of desire, it is that it continues this course for what we say as forever. Eternal ebb and flow of that shifting demonstration. This infinite one Creation.
This poem reminded me of William Butler Yeats The second coming.
I enjoyed how the speaker plays with words to create rhyme, rhythm and flow. The words themselves were very pleasing, and I even read it aloud to get a feel for them in my mouth; and it felt good to speak them.
I just had no idea what was going on or what the references were to. It seemed totally obscure; I'm sorry! At best, I guessed that it was a poem from the perspective of some cosmic being watching the universe over a long time frame.
Is everything sinking into a black hole? (duh; i should have remembered the title) that gives a good guide to what is happening.
I liked this image:
Though, I think it was the only image, while the rest were understandable know remembering that the poem is about a black hole.
Are the last three stanzas about what is on the other side of the black hole?
Thank you for sharing this poem! I really enjoyed many of the phrases even if I didn't always understand them. Please keep sharing.
You are accurate as in correct in your understanding of the meaning, yet i also like to stretch the mind of the reader to create their own unique perspective of depth and meaning. Thank you for your kind words. Blessings
Ahh poetry; where the division between images and obscurity awaken visceral rage.
I share this with all the amusement that it isn't that big of a deal, isn't a make or break thing, but like different aesthetics make interior decorators squirm and flee rooms counter to their philosophy your comment bangs a discordant gong.
Please know that I identify with Imagism, which is fundamentally against deliberate obfuscation for the sake of "depth and meaning."
Despite this fist clenching difference where I want to shout "YOU ARE WRONG" I want you to know I found value and joy in the delivery even if I disagree with the method.
I will make an effort to enjoy poetry from different "schools" on their merits.
Thank you for reminding me of this, and for sharing your work and effort. As I said in the first post, the words were fun and exciting even if I didn't understand what was going on.
I liked this line:
To hazard a guess, is this describing how matter is reformed into something else on the other side of the black hole in a way that would mimic chemical or biological forms we'd recognize on this side, but different having traveled through the black hole?
Yes correct. The blueprint of life. Similar outcomes, and yet with that similar base there can be many combinations resulting in just as many differences. Thank you for the replies, food for thought and i love your questioning. Shows your genuine curiosity and play with these words. Made my day.