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Prompted by a report of a pulsar that fell into a warp of its own making and can't be seen now posted on FB by Seth Berg. Things are weird out there when you only half know what's happening.
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"Warping our pretties"
Yes. *
Really like "Will it
scare us shitless when we can finally
draw ourselves a likeness of it? Or
will it be the face of God, enraptured
by the music of Its own device?
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I find the whole idea of dark matter fascinating. And that most of what's out there is dark matter. It's a beautiful mystery that yes, may "scare us shitless when we finally draw ourselves a likeness of it." Thoughtful poem, Gary.
Damn, you've scared me shitless just making me wonder about it. Maybe I'll feel better if I sing..."Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit he runs,
Wishing he could fly..."
Nah, still scared. Thanks, Gary.
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I'm pretty sure what we think we know is much less than what there is to know and of that much is unknowable.*
Appreciating the mysterious so well. *
Falling into the orifice of god, those words ran through my brain after I read this poem. Black holes are cool and creepy, as is this poem.
Great balance. I like it.
I like thinking about such things!*
Thanks to all who commented. I am grateful for your attention.
Are those the only two options? Yikes. This scares me in a provocative and masterful manner. Well done! *
I love pieces that ask questions, and leave the answers up to me. Sharp writing *
Thank you, Robert,
and thank you, Foster.