Friday, May 6, 2016

The Brahmanda (updated for the 21st Century)


Once again
Today the world lies
Before us like a cosmic egg
On the verge of cracking open
Separating before and after 

But as the fissure widens
The hatchling lies nestled in
A vessel overly warm and
We can’t help but wonder
Who among us will remain  
To mourn the new world
If it turns out to be
Still born





With many thanks to  for providing the inspiration for the shape of this poem with one of this morning's tweets. 


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