Paradigm Of Venus On Steroids Poem by elysabeth faslund

We linger a time on iced edges of life, gazing over the precipices
into preferences of immortality.
Cold winds scream gods' names into the night.
Arjuna walks with Krishna, questioning,
and Montezuma never died.
What would life be, without death?
I sing, forlorn, at timed places.
This, my partial place, for now. I look at immortality and laugh.
We live on crescent Time.
We die as beams of Light.

The moon is at waning crescent over still waters.
At 4: 35 this morning, I saw Venus blossoming mightily.
And to myself I said, 'What a beautiful Venus it is tonight.'
She grew and grew towards this Earth, brighter than the moon,
and as staidly fell inwards to...nothing.
Was only then I realized I was peering at the Southern sky.
Venus rules the East, before dawn.
A spectacular supernova I had seen,
like a beggar given alms.

Did this Universe begin like that? Were the theories right, then?
Rumbling outward, then collapsing into a black hole.
Did gravity really rule all?

I fall off my iced ledge
into Forever...knowing now.
We are granted such brevity
of life, but to witness the beginning
is spectacular.