We linger a time on iced edges of life, gazing over the precipices <br /> into preferences of immortality. <br /> Cold winds scream gods' names into the night. <br /> Arjuna walks with Krishna, questioning, <br /> and Montezuma never died. <br /> What would life be, without death? <br /> I sing, forlorn, at timed places. <br /> This, my partial place, for now. I look at immortality and laugh. <br /> We live on crescent Time. <br /> We die as beams of Light. <br /> <br />The moon is at waning crescent over still waters. <br /> At 4: 35 this morning, I saw Venus blossoming mightily. <br /> And to myself I said, 'What a beautiful Venus it is tonight.' <br /> She grew and grew towards this Earth, brighter than the moon, <br /> and as staidly fell inwards to...nothing. <br /> Was only then I realized I was peering at the Southern sky. <br /> Venus rules the East, before dawn. <br /> A spectacular supernova I had seen, <br /> like a beggar given alms. <br /> <br />Did this Universe begin like that? Were the theories right, then? <br /> Rumbling outward, then collapsing into a black hole. <br /> Did gravity really rule all? <br /> <br />I fall off my iced ledge <br /> into Forever...knowing now. <br /> We are granted such brevity <br /> of life, but to witness the beginning <br /> is spectacular.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradigm-of-venus-on-steroids/
