The Big WheelA Poem by Ron SandersInward, outward; it's all relative.THE BIG WHEEL
Stop! Think!
IN INFINITY EVERYTHING REDUCES TO NOTHING!
The heavens a mist, your God a blip, all existence a freak of light and shadow. Nothing is punier than arrogance.
This is a clockwork universe. Yet it has no Mainspring, measures only instantaneity in perpetuity. Providence or circumstance--can all this radiance, receding, simply vanish into nought… The big wheel turns the lesser wheels; the lesser wheels, the stars. The stars roll round those starving hearts their greater wheels have wrought.
Galaxies fling their bristles wide, spattering flame on a canvas boundless, artless, imponderable. Within these wheels a prodigy quests, spinning in pitch and timelessness, forever falling round a warm mother sun.
My world is staggeringly beautiful.
In evening she murmurs, post-mourning she sings. Her heart is all creation, her hearth a planet wide. Each tremor of birthing, each strumming of wings, aches to the rhythms of season and tide: leaves follow sun, winds scatter rain. Streams rush to bed, to the lullaby of sea. You blood or brine or fluke or fate-- Is this one sweet fire just one more torch in passing. The heavens yawn above us, the clockwork shrinks below… in molecules are…galaxies becoming… greater, lesser, up and down: all things bend to math and mind. Yet, in Infinity, Everything adds up to--
NOTHING!
(Chimeras breed in peepholes, where tiny wheels are wrought. These wee wheels spin their smaller wheels; the smaller wheels, the jots. The jots chum from the mocking depths, and vanish into…nought).
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StatsAuthorRon SandersMarina del Rey, CAAboutL.A.-based novelist, illustrator, poet, short story writer. more..Writing
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