We Send Out Light That Lives
This sleepy little galaxy,lost in the milieu of a billion others,
is filled with song and the finite
thrum of human hearts.
This glow-in-the-dark Milky Way,
whose pinwheel arms
are spun with satin stars,
emits Mozart from its crevices.
This nondescript spiral,
axled upon a super-massive black-hole,
frisbees across the universe,
curving it with the maths of Einstein.
Space travelers are we all,
learning the gravitation-crawl.
Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2009-08-02 at 00:59
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