Poem A*
Would that all we lost be gained anew
When cleansing light engulf the land?
Is that the cycle of the cross?
Or is that cross a break in circuits grand?
For if its not a break, but just a step
Then worship is far too high command
I'll settle down again, as ash and dust
And be reform'ed by a surer hand
I know of none that can recast me now
Except, that glimmer of that inner hold
Where my soul is kept under bounds of
Chaos writhing, wrapping features old
Older than that which comprises matter
Energy, bound and trapped in shap'ed mold
I'm holding it back, I want to go with it
How can I go with it? Please.
I can't because I'm an eddy, nothing more...
But if I whirl and if I twirl, and if I cast it out
To where it wants to, if it wants at all
Perhaps it will remember how devout
I was at shaping all the world about
Relentlessly pursuing holy scenes
Like Sagittarius A*, planting seeds
Spraying life force, condens'ed energy
I send it out, send it on
Energy has been conserved... or maybe,
Just maybe, I added a little of my own
Be it spin, or be it color, I gave it something new
It's all that could be expected
Of an eddy, a twirl, a hue
A.V. - 2.18.19
