Big Bang Theories Poem by Khristian E. Kay

Hawking says it begins this way
a thought expressing itself in the
darkness of nothing: 'no thing'
and then exploding itself across the vast expanse of time
we are composites of these
deposits - particles shooting
out our momentary brilliance
much like the tiny fragments
leftover from this God's eye
burning out in our own atmosphere
a shooting star

I saw a shooting star
arc its way across the sable tapestry
which in profundity is a miraculous
dice game of chance
some etymological particle left
from the Big Bang of the universe
spewing its essence across the
facade of time

and galactic distance

I should not be surprised then
by the toying of the universe
the gamble of irony
that when I see a shooting star
the imagery which comprises it
is that of my old co-worker Duane
who told me about the time
he nailed that Russian exchange student Svetlana
on the rooftop of our building
hanging over the parapet doggy style
so they both could see the twilight
view out across the lake
drawers dropped around mustard Frye ankle workboots
and as he put it in this most
ecstatic twilight vision
a shooting star burned up its brilliance
at the exact moment he busted his nut

This is what I am left with
every time I see a shooting star
Duane's cleft moon in concert
with the universe's Big Bang
both expending themselves in the darkness


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