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,


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

© Anmol Arora

For Physics with Björn – Cosmology and expanding horizons at WRT