Cosmic Temple

Look

Fuzzy patches of sky

Nebulae

Let me tell you a story

About a time....

When at once all was tiny

Homogeneity

No time could exist everything full on immediately

Uniformity

Pressure and heat, a density of infinity

Perfection in Conformity

One day, and, no one really knows why

Did something so shiny and new so violently happen....

F*****g, my oh my! That could've been something you said, maybe

Everything

In an instant-

Completely exploded

Into ripping

      into roaring

Cosmic inflation

Violent its expansion

New found in separation

Becoming new rules

Becoming anything at all

 (the origin of all purpose)

Creations of speed and causality

       space time

Light was unleashed

Into something spectacular

Becoming all that we are

A Cosmic Temple of infinite complexity

Enormity

Spider webs of galaxies

(billions and billions)

Literally

Space time inflates

Artfully

If sometimes violently...

However sadly

This unfolds...

Quite eternally

Our everything's

Expanding

Dissolving away

Into an ocean of

                        space and of time

Into all that we were

       all that we are

Dissolved into nothing

From a fiery incest of an infinite density

Into that frigid ice of an eternal abyss

The end of all time

All is now space

And constant inflation

Each fermion alone...

(all bosons frozen cold)

No time to now share...

No sound to be heard

From the dream of an intimate epoch

To the nightmare of full on entropy.

Everything's eventual

All's to get lost

Even time

Even memory

(everything is destine for nonsense)

Over the cosmic horizon....

(That place where who knows what's happening)

Author's Note

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Amidst the ephemera of love and vampires there are poems that require me to use parts of my brain. This would be one of those poems. When I have to look up a word to make sure I know that I know it - this is good. When I am challenged to understand - this is good. My brain seizes at anything more complex than string theory - but I found the poem beautiful and this:

Light was unleashed
Into something spectacular
Becoming all that we are

words to dive into

[Barbara Walker]

I like how you put into words the thoughts I barely knew I was thinking.ff

[Barbara Walker]

The ff is just a typo

[Davidgeo]

Word dawg.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

How very bleak. I like it.

[Davidgeo]

you would.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

*thumbs up*

[I am that I am]

This is quite beautiful. It is odd how we come from nothing and return to nothing; spawning from spacelessness and timelessness and returning to it. What are we really? This is a question that will be pondered by many until the end of space and time itself. Thank you for sharing this, HansJIzzy.

[Davidgeo]

Word dawg.

[neurostar burns]

there is nothing bad about accepting left handed accolades. Space superceded. But I do miss Baudelaire composition. We don't flinch.

[Davidgeo]

Are we talking about chirality here or are you just being an a*****e? The universe is left handed you know... did you know that ? Now you do. Why would you flinch for any reason? p***y.

[I am that I am]

I'm not into science stuff. I'm not quite sure what you guys are talking about haha.