In inflation's burst
Came birth into being;
Quark soup into atoms,
The spinning into suns
Expanded levels of consciousness.
Then the gradual collapse
The withdrawal again, from worldly form
Deceleration of matters pull
And before the final degradation
The spirit released from bondage,
Attracted to the infinite gravity
As opposites are:
Featherweight of a soul
To the galaxy's center-
Incomprehensible density of black hole
Hidden by dust clouds and debris,
Where the work of creation
Goes on in darkness, and in secret:
The concluding no less a marvel
Than the first explosion
Love returning to its own.
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