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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Will You Come, Too?

When you look to the heavens for splendor 
    but encounter the night-black sky 
with islands of fire singeing an emptiness 
    thinning to void; 

when you turn to the earth for assurance 
    and consider the moss-bound boulder, 
witness to endless millennia, 
    parent of pebbles and dust; 

when you ponder your fragile life, 
    ephemeral as wren-song, 
tender as scent of jessamine 
    swept by a freshening wind; 

when you cling to the edge of immensity

remember your birth. 
    Your conception was always contingent. 
The odds of your mother were one in a million, 
    her mother much the same. 

You are the product of astrophysics,
    the toss of quintillion cosmic dice,
the orderly flow of atoms and energy 
  forged in the cores of stars. 

And you are a flesh-bound being of light,
    passion-child of chance and law,
a thirty-trillion-cell machine 
   of spit and dust, and dreams. 

Though the force of disorder breaks over all 
    and your atoms come unglued, 
the world in which you never were 
    is not the world that came to be. 

Woven from a wisp of time, 
    your mind was made to roam 
where death cannot constrain. Come 
    step beyond the temporal veil 

to claim the ancient eons 
    before our ancestors evolved. 
Come face the untold epochs 
    after our kind has passed. 

I am the voice of a universe, 
    and you – you are, too. 
The whole of time is before us.
    Will you come, too? 

Bubble Nebula - Hubble image by NASA