the infinitesimal possibility of an idea

always expanding — the universe
coils itself around my little finger
in an unending loop
of space and time —

the suns are the stars, are the moons are the planets,
are the galaxy clusters,

certain to begin & end,

like an idea as a progeny of human-
ness, that binds itself to its own creation,

teeming with myths&legends or a lightyear-weary
compulsion, to mean something in the meanings
derived, in a big bite-sized hole at the center,

irreconcilable,
irreversible,
irrepressible,

from a distant blue spot //just a lonesome ghost.

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© Anmol Arora

For Physics with Björn – Cosmology and expanding horizons at WRT

11 thoughts on “the infinitesimal possibility of an idea

  1. Kerry says:

    a lightyear-weary
    compulsion, to mean something in the meanings
    derived…

    You have hit the nail on the head in this view of man’s place in and attempt to understand the universe.

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  2. The universe you describe in this poem is a busy one, Anmol, seen through the eyes of humankind, with the certainty of suns, moons and galaxy clusters – ‘certain to begin & end’. I like the phrase ‘lightyear-weary compulsion’ and the ‘blue spot just a lonesome ghost’.

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  3. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    teaming with myths and legends… we just MUST make sense of everything, explain it away instead of being in awe of the mystery…

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  4. “teeming with myths&legends or a lightyear-weary
    compulsion, to mean something in the meanings” wondering, watching, asking unanswerable questions… from this “distant blue spot”

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  5. There is something intriguing in the similarity between infinity and singularity… and in math this can be seen as the Riemann Sphere which projects zero and infinity as two opposing poles… that hole gives me the same meaning.

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