The force of true nature
Compounded, by strange
Compels, a dark notional
Consciousness, range.
The force of dark motion
Within, a non change
Distills, a guiding energy
A measured physical, exchange.
September 1st, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
The force of true nature
Compounded, by strange
Compels, a dark notional
Consciousness, range.
The force of dark motion
Within, a non change
Distills, a guiding energy
A measured physical, exchange.
June 30th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Sequenced, continued spectrals
Evolves, a convective white hue
Degenerating its carbon
Core matter,
To reflect –
Its type magnitude
View.
June 9th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
The particle of N
With the energy of D
Multiplies, its probability
Within a vacuum
Of E.
May 19th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Differing orders
Of multiplicity scales
Leads to systematic shifts
Within a transverse –
Of trails.
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Supersymmetric,
Standards
Slightly, askew
Signal, a sparticle
That’s stranger –
Than true.
February 2nd, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Intriguing, silhouettes
Of shadow, pirouettes
Reposes,
Cold themes
By exposing,
Feared dreams
Through the darkness
Of its silent
Extremes.
January 26th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
The frame of ghostly light within
Glowing, dark and cold
Sights its lonely, now begin,
Re-balanced, through its fold:
Our found, unnerved, deserted space
From sunken graves reborn
Sounds it’s brazen, silent chase
Through resplendent, scowls of scorn:
Of onward, slight, in downward cross
Unleashed, to fling its fight
Dons it’s shadow, echo loss
To a once, remembered light.
Hat Tip: “The House of Ghosts” – Margaret Widdemer
January 20th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
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twilight of milky sky’s,
after massive stars, in spark
may ever after sadness say farewell
as I depart
for throughout time and fractured space
the epic battles bear me far
I pray to see my masters face
as I depart for yonder bar.
Hat Tip: Alfred Lord Tenneyson – “Crossing the Bar”
January 5th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
O reflection,
The great purple witch rides this night
Untrusting, through prow or strength
Without safety of flight
For by glance, by wicked snare
Lies the darkend smile, of Rigel’s glare.
Hat Tip: James Weldon Johnson “The White Witch”