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life is a story of science-
perilous
terrifying
full of possibility.
a black hole
in each of us.





the year she left, i waited everyday.



the night he hurt me, i lay awake and
obliterated.



when you were born i wept in disbelief.



the first time i met you i was scared, and i saw that you were
scar(r)ed, just like me.





what we know about the universe
continues to extend and shift, just as we
are being pulled towards super galaxies--


i am falling through space with a billion
collapsed stars
wondering when that alien will burst from
my belly,
or if memories should be cleared of
broken debris and heart spasms. ..
of bloodbath and the synaptic betrayal?


so that beauty has another chance at
what inevitably turns to dying?

Reviews

[Neville]

Dear Circe .. you have such a way with worlds .. How I wish I was your pen .. Neville

[emmajoy]

' .. .. am falling through space with a billion - collapsed stars - wondering when that alien will burst - from - my belly, .. .. '

We feel what we feel about the distant unknown of Self.. reaching deep and deeper into the core of what we believe we each are. Perhaps we doubt the way Life shakes our being toes up and way over the true logic of simplicity, Tis too easy, too hurtful to over.read what we believe rather than what is or might be. Agony wrings both dreams and hopes into messes of uncertainty.. maybe.

[John]

An interesting poem that puts our little lives in a cosmic context.

[. serah .]

-- i don't think our traumatic experiences define us... i think that the way we negotiate for a better (more beautiful?) life with anyone or anything or life itself is defining... -- the choice is not between idealism and cynicism... -- each individual is unique and maybe they need to create their island of thought and philosophy... an ever-evolving space which is a (unique) source of comfort (if not inspiration)...

-- beautiful poetry... a head-spinner in a good and consuming sort of way... :)