This Universe
This universe is mine, so leave it alone.
Let it be an island drifting in the neutrino
Populated, dark anti-matter empty sea.
Let me create what I will and all I want,
Sketching myself in the contour drawn among
The blooming nebulas and fading dwarf stars.
Then I can hope that electromagnetic
Fields will pull you in; gravity defiant,
You will attract the orbit of constellations
Which line and light my nightly bound hemispheres—
My celestial globes of expanding thought—
And realign the muted stellar twinkles
In my eye.
This universe is mine,
But I'm willing to share.
We could be intertwined
In the space of a stare.
In my eye,
I can see myself imploding inwards by the
Force of my independent will—my fission
Contracts chaotic reactions, splitting me.
The big bang from which all birth occurs, seems so
Distant, dissolving into mixtures of mem'ries.
Why do I resist the natural urges—
Undeniable inclinations—to act
Upon the instincts I've made for myself and
See the galaxies rise from my cosmic ash?
I have little control over what my laws
Have imposed, so rehab my old restrictions.
This universe is mine. Don't leave it alone.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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