Forever Unknown, Until... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

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

because someone, somewhere created this system
of abbreviated 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 mortal death belong to the Stars.