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
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