Forever Unknown Till Forever Beknown... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Time, Space and the number of Stars
incubating on the far-side of each,
moving like waves on the Bering in March,
because water is lighter than fire;

because someone, somewhere created this system
of strange existence, buried in mystery,
that continues to boggle the mercurial minds
of believers as much as it once delivered
a chilling laugh up the subluxed spines
and through the marrow of the ones who died
long before their mortality belonged to the Stars.