The molten heart of a star has fractured.
An invisible ligature of gravity,
The corset of an aeon's passing
Galaxy, moving between the words
Of God, has ruptured its integrity
Spilling world-devouring flames
Of nameless cosmic radiations
That will appear as rainbowed light
Ten million years from now,
Spilled upon the vast velvet
stretched between the lakes of fire,
the eyes of God that shield us from
nothingness, and the emptiness
of everything.
Pre-dawn frost sifts the browning fields
Of November as the sun-creased farmer
Hitches his asynchronous knees
Up the incline toward the pale
Lemon orb emanating
From the side porch-light.
The finger crags of a time-worn hand
Reach up to clear the festoon
Of cobwebs beneath the light,
Then pause as a single filament
Of silvery silk descends,
Translucent arachnid
Feeding the silk from behind.
The descent pauses, tiny
Acrobat spins slowly in place.
The hand of the broken marionette
Falls, then rises to flip the switch.
The last chapter of night
Reclaims the fields,
A blackness unmoved
By a rupturing star
Ten million years away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Luminosity of universe and galaxy is wonderfully expressed in this poem. Very wise and interesting drafting is shared.10
Thank you, Kumarmani, for visiting and reading. I so appreciate your gracious thoughts as well.