There
is a place far flung from the galaxies,
a
deep space beyond the stars, a birth place
from
where a profusion of big bangs begin
and
end. The Alpha and Omega, my friends,
where
all time is dark, silent and still. Some
say
death; some claim resurrection, a burial of
that
which was and conception of that which is
to
be. Science discloses that which is deduced
mathematically;
poetry reveals the degradation
and
elation of new imaginings. Together in light
of
everything which seems to be, lies the violently
frightful
and wondrously delightful netherworld
of
our existence.
Chris
Hanch 12-16-18
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