Interstellar Solace
Because he has become an object
of infinitesimal consequence,
he considers the swirl of galaxies
with their black hole hearts,
the accelerating spread of space
beyond the reach of human instruments,
the invisible matter and waves
we know are there
by the magnitude of their effects,
he knows the dynasties and epochs
that fill the volumes new and old
and mock and cajole him
amount to very little in the spread
and vastness of the stars and dark.
of infinitesimal consequence,
he considers the swirl of galaxies
with their black hole hearts,
the accelerating spread of space
beyond the reach of human instruments,
the invisible matter and waves
we know are there
by the magnitude of their effects,
he knows the dynasties and epochs
that fill the volumes new and old
and mock and cajole him
amount to very little in the spread
and vastness of the stars and dark.
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Author's Note
Relativity of a sort.
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I'd call it Human Instruments.
...further...further... *
Yep, good capture. ***
Wonderful close.*
Thank you, Tara, Samuel, Matt, Brenda, and Amanda for your time and responses.
feeling even more insignificant...*
Thanks, Gary
Was reading last night about the human need to feel significant. Nice antidote. *
I like.
Thank you, John
and Sam.
Great way to begin a poem!
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Thanks, Bill.
*, Gary. Another of your fine, intelligently drawn poems. I really like this phrasing:
":...an object
of infinitesimal consequence,"
Thank you, David.
Good one, Gary! **
It really reads well immediately following Optical Delusion. :)