One Word : blade
big bang sliced in two
dark matter blade
wielded by hand unseen
split worlds right down
the middle
star shattered raining
through Neptune’s clouds
droplets of fire
searing through to the center
doesn’t hold
never does
mountains hammered out
plateau and valley
climb or fall
we all end up
holding the handle
forged in your grey matter
smothering light with dreams
that won’t wake
we swim through to the dawn
Gots to get caught up on me reading. This is a fine visionary poem, Dee: reboot of Yahweh’s throwdown with Job. I love how it majestically proclaims – big bang sliced in two – how cool is that? And these three lines are wonderful:
we all end up
holding the handle
forged in your grey matter
You’ve done some fine forging yourself…