SINGULARITY SAM

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black hole, Cosmology, Humanity, poem, poetry, singularity, Universe, wordplay

SINGULARITY SAM

dare to stuck
try
something at
random

the exhortations to be creative
finding him same time
the shockwave of
colliding singularities happens
to reach us

rewriting definitions
changing the game

need to be cosmic surfer extraordinaire
to surf that gravitational wave

CAFE SANS OLE

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apocalyptic, Chaos, Consciousness, Creation, Creativity, death, Desire, Ending, Global warming, History, Humanity, identity, Light, loss, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, mythology, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, Reader, spiritual, Truth, Universe, value

CAFE SANS OLE

we drank tea
swopped mythologies
shared
what we could
across the table

noting up close
and personal
though our
toes once
did touch

perhaps forever destined
to look at each other
from opposite sides
two
parts of
a Hegelian dialectic
an
unwinnable chess game

on occasion we would
take a Hellenistic turn
explore the logos, and all its
vaunted -ologies

but try as we might
there was no
undoing of the done
nor the shutting out
of the looming demolition of the world
as pure hypothesis, abstract indulgence,
speculative fantasy

wistfully,
you did ask
(a note somewhat
off -key) whether
star is
etymologically embedded
in disaster

our contribution to the atmosphere
already heavy
already
all the barometers sensing
a downturn
towards the existentially fraught,
cosmically absurd

as if
the spirit of the place
feasting upon the dystopia
and apocalypse
in our eyes

or perhaps
just sipping, hellcat licking

hard to avoid this
since we speak as we write
act as
we are written

reaching the boundary, singularity,
event horizon of our characters

about to strip
and consume matter with

the weight
of our gravity

where once we might explode like a
Supernova, all light revolutionary

the last word
of our physics will
be very
dark I fear

***

and so,
talking of endings

here we are
already

quite beyond ourselves
our narrative
thread lost

two creatures
worth forgetting

Oh were
this meeting, this cafe
metaphor of something
greater than
fear of finality
of
endgame and
nihilistic creator

not
something you might show
up on a Sky Sports screen

(ending
of everything Plato
every
last Olympian dream)

DOWN

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Cosmology, Fall, light v dark, poem, poetry, relativity, spiritual

DOWN

the skein of the Universe
has become twisted
we may not see it
or believe it

but we are falling through a tear
in the fabric

plummeting through the
broken warp and weft
of space time

and we
are falling so fast
and yet
so slowly

relative to the speed
at which things will end

strange
how we have thought of our fall
not as continuous process being
accelerated
but single, fixed
mythological event

slowly the terror of this
realization dawning

as we plummet downwards
crazily
the point becoming as
much mathematical as it is
theological and
philosophical

how far down
will the light
be able to follow

the resistance
to darkness
continue to be

ENDGAME

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apocalyptic, Consciousness, Creativity, death, Ending, Fire, Humanity, identity, loss, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, mythology, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, relativity, science fiction, spiritual, thermonuclear, time, transformation, Twist in the tail, Universe

ENDGAME

at the end
we will be a fable
part of the mystery

that butterfly
that sent out a tiny
wing-wave
minuscule shift
in the cosmos
fleeting disturbance
in the force (it was)

will they know
how we laboured to learn
to find, explore
what frustrations
and what failures?

our planet filled with
electrical light — a beacon
in the galaxy, so
we thought
so we believed
until
it burned

and our mystics, surely they
of our race in some sense abide,
in some way
survive?

who saw this domed night sky as
if the speckled inside of an egg

waiting for the key
the code, the word to
crack it open

shatter that shell into a billion
star-pieces
stick your fingers (sexual
metaphor) into
the fire of
a star, Vega blue or
bright Sol yellow

then at last
for one brief moment
we can
be at the centre
of everything

until the tyranny of day night day
night
of absolute light dark binary
re-establish and restore

Oh the raw fusion energy of
Helium fire
secret to all

in this cold cold Universe
that knows desire

THOUGHT YOU

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black holes, Cosmology, galaxies, love, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, Stars

THOUGHT YOU

I thought you
were a star
but Hubble-error
you were
a complete galaxy

on closer inspection
you were the power singularity
at its core

all heart
drawing me in with such force

now pulled, sucked into
your event horizon
I can say
dare say
no more.

LOST

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black holes, Consciousness, Humanity, Life, meaning, poem, poetry, Stars, value

LOST

that history
is lost:

no one
asks about
the youth
of a star

or
it’s old age, when
time of
red dwarf beckons or
collapsing under its
gravity to
become singularity

most diabolical truth you
could ever
wish to hear

no, I have done my research, enquired
of every meteor and asteroid, comet
and other dead rock strewn
across the galaxy

interrogated plasma and gas but
the answer is silence
when even a
“do not know” would
bring
(at least) a knowing
smile to my face

HOLE

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black holes, cosmos, poem, poetry, science, singularities, stephen Hawking, Universe

HOLE

Oh the Universe
the ever expanding Universe

Professor Hawking disgorging
the beauty of its
cosmic secrets

leaving us in an all
swallowing, ever more forbidding
state of singularity
following
terrifying white
rabbits down philosophical holes.

PUNCHLINE

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black hole, cosmic, Parallel universe, poem, poetry, singularity, wormhole

PUNCHLINE

crushed
like a beetle

popped
like a balloon

something is out there
creating fissures, holes
in space-time

tiny perforations
in the fabric of the Universe
so that they might
ascend the dais
speak the
singular truth of
their wormholing from
one
to another
parallel reality

whilst you and I
sink into that swirl, disappear
from view totally beyond
the event horizon

take a selfie of yourself, photoshop
your identity out
of this predicament

the darkness laughing at us
we are
joke’s punchline

THIRTEEN

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black hole, Capitalism, heart, Hell, poem, poetry, satire, singularity

THIRTEEN
(atomic number 13)

when a black hole
opened in my poem

I determined
to follow it

whether it lead
to the centre of Hell
or heart
of capitalism
(not so much
a real, human
beating heart
this

as thing
of aluminium)

FIT

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Alien, erotic, female, love, male, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, poststructuralist, science fiction, sexual symbolism, touch, Twist in the tail, Universe, wordplay

FIT

there is an alien species
swarming in my bed

their queen
whispering sweet
alien nothings
in my ear

telling me that
we are
made for each
other

her wings
are enough to carry me

and that, in spite
of the tricky
linguistic differences

we are
a perfect fit