Idols of the universe....................................................................................................................................
| from the hubble 8th anniversary top photos... |
and in honor of poetry month & Lisa's poetry challenge,
here is a freestyle one for all of us with scars on our nervous system
that we have trouble explaining,
kind of like these images,
complex,
hard to see
from the outside.
Helpless
played on the radio.
yes I hear you Neil,
you were there with
Katie & I
in a red car
on the back roads
of
corn country
on the 90th meridian
of
Southern Illinois.
Scarred back then
by grief,
losing friends too young,
rendering us
helpless.
does grief
&
does being helpless
make scars too
in our fabric net
of
neurons?
Now
We fight
an invisible MonSter,
others know so well,
how do we explain,
how it hurts?
i am helpless
So if you see
a MonSter,
better run girl,
it is no good.
(Is it something you can run from?)
Now
I see the universe before me,
images too large,
impossible to
comprehend.
I never could run before
the scars
that warped my
senses,
slowing ever so slighly,
still always flatfooted,
yet
filled with
hope each day
the MonSter
can be rendered
utterly, completely, obliteratively
helpless.
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