Buried alive in darkest matter,
mutant earthworms have eaten
into the soul of a star, listening
for its secret confessions.

We must not look at Medusa
but our shields sense the quantum
roar and flash of nature’s birth,
sifting universes of spider filigree
to confound a billion Ariadnes.

Hidden in coded clouds
is the trace of a blink,
a pinpoint of something –
a floater in the eye, perhaps
or the light of a Lucifer
to fire the world.

5 responses

  1. …especially stanzas 1 & 3 – in fact stanza 3 is wonderful. I think it’s Stanza 2’s ‘filigree’ that makes me wonder if that’s a trifle shard…

  2. Stanza 2 is a bit over the top and mixes two myths together. However, what about replacing S2L3 with ‘an entanglement of spider-work’? It least it gets rid of ‘universes’ and ‘filigree’!

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