The atonal vortex of a long darkness
is breathing the pulse of a beginning
that will make making a pleasure of
force and a light to be reckoned upon.
Teeming against itself that pulse
Rubs all its energy towards a
construction of richness, which will
blast small pieces into a new self.
Deeper dark than the dark of the grave
is the darkness before that pinprick of
light begins the unstoppable growth
foredoomed to become darkness again.
In one split second of rich confusion the
whole new conflagration took place
before time could alter or contain the
outcome of its own glorious happenstance.
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This is a complex, interesting poem, Adrian. It takes a few readings to understand it, but I think the build up of rich imagery creates an effect that doesn't need complete understanding to get it. Like Joyce!
And it's not too long!
In sixteen powerful lines Adrian you've taken me on a cosmic trip through the universe all the way back to the Big Bang - and provided me with a box seat! Thus poem features a powerful flow and wonderful combinations of words - for instance, 'one split second of rich confusion' - to make it all the more enjoyable and memorable. As Dr Who would exclaim with eyes wide open and eyebrows fully raised, 'Wow!'
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