part i
i am the many eyed god
of psychedelic mysteries
recursive LSD syzygies
spinning twirling whirring
into serrated psychotransitional
psychosis
i am the the many eyed god
of psychedelic mysteries
unravelling into histories
of abstractified abuse
obtusely mentioning the white
blood of severed night creature limbs
in the post-impressionist jungles of
red suns and feasting tigers
and lonely lightning voltage
twin volcanoes
on a stormy sulphur ocean planet
exploding into blue lightning pillars
on Venus on Saturn on Neptune
blue lightning pillars
short circuit in the night
sparking into
hungry petrol flames
engulfing the heavy
celestial dome
the Sun in the centre
vomits out her infernal
intestines that were
boiling her from inside
for far too very long
the Solar viscera and
sludge transforms
into a nebula vulture
flapping pink and
purple gamma-ray
wings
flapping wings
barf matchsticks
setting each planet alight
Mercury melts,
Venus is disintegrated --
Mercury melts,
Venus is asphyxiated --
the daffodil dragon of
chemical fire and annihilating
solar wind runs
through the cores
of our Earth and their Earth
like a million super-sized
strands of molten DNA
layered under a million
specks of black antimatter hornets
and spiders and praying
mantises with giant
compound eyes
looming over the horizon
like a hungry murder insect giant
staring down at you
while you're tied down
to the operating table
our deadly flames
that travel through our
nebula with wings
our flames of cryptodoom
of entropy reversal
scream into Jupiter's
ultra-flammable heart
where a billion billion
cubic kilometres of
hydrogen go off --
Jupiter's white and orange
cloudy caramel surface
bloats into rapidly expanding
welts of thermonuclear crimson
gas station Jupiter explodes
a five minute sun
is born through massacre
the mammoth antichild
is born through massacre
given life through death
spreading death between
planets
the glowing burning
corpse-sphere
spews gamma blasts
x-ray tsunamis
HyperJupiter vaporises
the smouldering remnants
of Saturn and Mars
a toothless black mouth
blowing away small mounds of dust
that'd gathered on the
mantelpiece
i am the many eyed god
wielding beams of antibirth
and instant-uncreation
i am the many eyed god
projecting cosmic vines
of hyperslaughter panplanetary
genocide
and now my starving
screaming children with
sulphurous hellfire bursting
from out of their skin
now my children of
destruction are leaving
our Heliosphere
as flaming gasoline comets
traversing interstellar space
setting the Öpik-Oort cloud aflame
until there's just a melted sphere
of water
encasing our solar system
like a snow globe
that's all we are:
a raindrop
endlessly falling into an empty
waterless black ocean
falling around and around
other falling galaxies
falling
falling like a satellite
endlessly plummeting
around our Earth
atrophied shrivelled
solar panel soles
of a space station's
solar array feet
never reaching the ground
unable to feel our molten core's
rhythmic liquid metal beat
beating free falling hearts
through war drum bubblegum
elasticity
empty oil elephant ribcage
phalanxiated
and exterminated whale jaws
consumed by
the crumbling pillars of
erotic desire
a stomach that parts in
8 severed Hindu hands
with jasmine flowers in their veins
flowers growing from between
the bricks in the Great Wall
like 2pac's rose that climbed
above us all
(there were also flowers in his veins)
then planes of glass set aflame
carnivorous pitcher plants
transforming into saxophones
sexting pink purple punch
smeared over
bathroom tiles
sung about in cocaine karmic
calligraphy
in jazzy upbeat styles
i am the many eyed god
i SEE her
as she MASTURBATED
OBELISKS of PESTILENCE
and FILTHY scalpels
into her INFESTED
maggot skin
LEAKING with the ECSTASY
of GEYSERING ORGASM pain
SHE ran her silver scissor
AGAINST the walls of HER
pink pulsating prison
SHE heard the SCREAMS of HIS
SHE tore apart the velvet GATE
of PAINTED CAGES spent
FALLING into MELTING rifts
and into A NEW WORLD:
a world of
of silvercord synthesisers and stars
and spirals and sombreros --
billion paintbrush dot galaxies
luminescent prehistoric creatures
glowing in the vacuum darkness
extending their starlit dust and
milky purple bands
over an entire infinity
i am the many eyed god of transcendental
abstraction
bleeding into melting shattered mirrors
rediscovered with liquefied lighthouse loneliness
imprinted into graphical glitches
on a dialup crystal connection in the
minds of two blooming cloudflowers
on opposite ends of New York
i am the many eyed of god of psychotropic
tropical flowers blooming outwards and
inwards like an interdimensional spheroid
forever folding out of itself
i am the many eyed god that sees all
all around
the god who's unsure of where it belongs
in this multidimensional manifold world
of lonely hearts
impossibly far apart
locked behind winding iron
fire escapes
unable to escape their citymetropolis miasma
because the bricks and the asphalt
and the yelling screeching trains
and the blinking red lights in the night
have spread their
electrical black wire tendrils
rooted them into the skin
and now their thin antennae parasites
feast upon the soul of a man
standing on the edge of the Golden Gate bridge
contemplating tigers and strawberries
and mortgages and death
gauging the deadly nature of a twelve-gauge shotgun
which only fires shattered vibrations
into moons made out of laserdisc paladins
having visions of swelling twilight
hurricane softatnight pressedagainstyou breasts
scented by ravenous veils
of morning black moss rains,
lanes in an oceanic elevator highway
settling like toxic dregs at the bottom
of a twig dynamite samovar lavalamp switch
i am the many eyed god of
vector graphic rollercoasters
run by an abandoned warehouse in
the industrial sector
of St.Petersburg's chimneys
spewing digitised orchards
with windows 98
windows in their eyes
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
now our story begins
part ii
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
now our story begins
my many eyes see Kibalchich imprisoned,
scrawling notes at a furious pace
in a race against impending destruction
i see his cosmic revelations,
the calculations racing through his mind
seconds before he is hanged
Christiaan Huygens
observing Mars,
sketching the Orion Nebula
The Library of Alexandria
the sounds of
hurried footsteps
and unfurling scrolls
can you heard the cogs
turning
in their enlightened minds?
i see slowly spinning spiral galaxies,
shimmering nets of stars
in the dreams of Goddard and Oberth,
pages and pages of
formulas, calculations, trajectories
night after night of slaving away
a hundred men and women
a hundred pens
carving dreams
into their desks
scientists, philosophers
and dreamers
rubbing their eyes
and observing the stars
staring towards
an endless realm of mystery
enchanted by plasma
a Universe smiling,
as it prepares to be discovered
by its very own self --
after seven point four billion years
it prepares to
contemplate its own matter --
tiny complex pieces of the One
they're about to discover the
rest of their infinite body...
something great is about to occur...
i see the mysterious worlds of Jules Verne
inspiring the Russian scientist
--Tsiolkovsky
who plans for space stations and air locks
and multistage rockets
in the year eighteen eighty eight
i see him working in seclusion
hundreds of years ahead of his time
enduring hardship and travesty
and starvation and war
devoting his life to the stars
that shine in sky for no reason
but beauty,
for no reason but wonder,
(maybe someone needs them?)
i see Tsiolkovsky dreaming and creating
despite the ridicule
despite the isolation,
i see Goddard again
planning escape velocities
and trajectories
working himself
beyond all exhaustion
alongside Da Vinci and Newton and
Galileo Galilei
i see them burning
through their life-force
like wildfire
knowing that time is against them
the world is against them
but nothing can stop them now.
i see Johannes Kepler and Tycho Brahe
eyeing each other
from across the table,
Kepler wanting to prove himself worthy to God,
Kepler abandoning his theory after 20 years of work
in the name of rationality
in a time
when ignorance reigned supreme,
i see Tycho lying on his deathbed
whispering to Kepler
may I not seemed to have lived in vain...
may I not seemed to have lived in vain...
may I not seemed to have lived in vain...
running,
humanity's collective consciousness
is sprinting
improving, growing, expanding,
wheels and wings appear on blueprints,
appear before the gathered crowd
lifting just above the ground --
the Wright brothers
i see their young creations
as newly-born birds
carefully dipping their wings
into an unfamiliar,
unexplored sky
i see Goddard's first rockets
failing and falling into wreckage
only to rearise as a shuttle
and a thousand zeppelins
pilots laughing and soaring
through the once dreams
of Leonardo
and i see a change
for the very first time
the stones of progress are thrown
into the lake of the world
heralded by a screaming locomotive
and clicking flashing phosphor bulbs
discoveries are
sending ripples all across the world
ripples turn to tidal waves
leading us all towards the stardust
from where we once came
i feel their optimism and excitement
the innocent confidence in the virtues
of technology and rational thinking
the ingenuity and zeal
of the first steam-boats and skyscrapers
iron girders and engines and gears --
observatory domes
like hermit islands of secluded wonder
peering beyond the folds of the celestial
spitting in the face of gravity
(or rather understanding and
wondering at the elegant
simplicity of)
any law that dares to limit our imagination
a thousand scientists and engineers
building a tower
that yearns to meet the stars
i see technology and man
i see smokestacks and expansion
and i hear a single eerie gunshot
sweeping like a ghost over Europe
i see millions dead
millions and hundreds of millions,
death
all across Africa
death
all across Asia
death
all across the World
i see each of empty unseeing
eyes,
i see gas chambers
striped pyjamas
pale ribcages
gloves made from human skin
piles and piles and piles of shoes
and i hear screams
corpses stacked by
smiling men,
a sea of bullets and shells
and shrapnel and bombs
dropped again and again
whistling down
onto a landscape of trenches and mud
crumbling buildings
shattering hearts,
bloated corpses
floating out of
punctured swampwater,
a soldier dragging his detached arm
across the ground
i see all the bad and the evil
the despicable of this world,
the unforgivable and unforgettable
cruelty and malice and hate,
groaning
screams of agony
a soldier stares down at
red ribbons and guts spilling out
beneath their waist
still screaming
a soldier searching for
his foot in a pile of guts
blackened by mud
trenches cut into the earth
load aim fire
load aim fire
artillery cannons blasting
backlash recoil heavy machinery
blastback lockload
clocklock newshell in
pullback
spit death
firereloadagain
pounding onto a Leningrad
which refused to give up
i see the soundless
expansion of pure uncreation
a sphere of white engulfing
human souls
but, i,
the many eyed god
i see hope,
i see hope in the eyes of every
fighter, every child, every mother
and daughter and sister and son,
staring up at the stars
and knowing
that if those eternal lights in the sky
those precious gems
those ancient forever young
glowing children's eyes
are still burning,
way up in the untainted innocence
of an endlessly stretching sky --
then there must be good
left somewhere in this world
waiting to discovered again
Mayakovski cries out
for us to Listen! to Listen!
"for if someone lights the
stars,
if the stars are lit,
then they are lit for a purpose!
someone must need them!
"it means,
someone wants them to be!"
explosives shells
still reign down upon the
bleeding bear,
the bleeding lion,
the bleeding world
bleeding tears of
unnamed graves
i see a red army soldier
bleeding out in the snow,
beside him --
a german,
although the red army soldier
can't see him
and beside them a spartan
and an armoured knight
and a samurai and a Persian
all of them,
lying beside one another
they look up
into the night,
staring into layers and layers
of velvet-shaded darkness
in their last breath
they look above the battle
and see the ocean of
two billion different glowing shapes
twisted specks swimming
in an ocean suspended above
the horizon
like a translucent sky whale
with slow-motion blizzards
in their veins
i see the soviet,
the german, the spartan --
i see a million soldiers
smiling
looking up at those stars
which shine
i see a young child smiling
on the day the War was over
there is hope...
there is hope...
there is hope...
part iii
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i see Edgar Allen Poe
coated in a grim coffin
of smoke
he looks up at the distant
fire of the Evening Star,
and catches himself smiling
beside him,
there is Lovecraft --
imagining the monstrous nightmares
living in the wonderland of
swishing comet trails
and unexpected falling stars
there is Edgar Rice Burroughs
and there's Stanisław Lem
the innocence of technology
can never he regain
but we're ready to believe
in the stars again
we're not afraid to lift
our heads
from out behind
our cover
again we watch
those fragile candles
shine
the stars
that have always
served us,
inspired us
a tired slave looks up at the
half-constructed pyramids
looks further up
and sees the stars that blink
and the slave smiles
just like the Sphix
they both know
that the stars
shine for them
on this night
i see thunder
thunder blasting through
invisible veils
tiny shivering grains
dancing round a
supermassive black hole
the terrifying
star-devourer
surrounded by a golden
accretion disc halo
conducting the
galaxy's performance
its ravenous hunger
is the cost of order
and structure
i see a sail ship
travelling across
the Atlantic
the sailors see St. Elmo's fire,
and great points of light
in the sky
colossal matchstick daggers
swelling into sombreros
and four pointed stars
i see the violence of the galaxy
the consuming annihilation
of Sagittarius A*
more colossal than a star-sized
colossus could dream of --
a mountain beside a molecule
staring towards singularity
distant calamities of violent
supernova massacre
regions of emptiness
and interstellar interim
waiting for nothing
awaiting in endless inexistence
like a lightbulb placed upon
a park bench inside a cave
at the bottom of the ocean
whose stormy waves
yearn for pale beauty
the mysterious red-lipped
lithe-smile moon
i see
recovery
antebellum
the stars still laugh sunlight
and the galaxies still rotate slowly
like a powered down carousel
on the pier
dots poke through charcoal
inside of the holes of charcoal
black space and white light
shining against each other
barren plains of void
rolling hills of emptiness
met by pulsars pulsing
immolating beams
starlight trickles through
a gaseous veil of shattered-stars
and from behind this starlight
there exists an endless succession
of other stars
lonely dots
in the night
unaware of the breath-taking
pattern they create when seen
from a perspective
they can never see
but we can
constellations forming
formless inward pointed
forms of tearing bands
coronas and blasting dragonbreath
solar flares puncturing nothingness
currents of magnetism and dust
and crimson-like x-rays of colours
the human eye cannot see --
the human sees through a combination
of three primary colours
allowing us to see the hues colour
and the wavelengths
that we see
but the matis shrimp
see the world through
a combination of sixteen colours
imagine how the
stars must seem
to a mantis shrimp.
i see,
i see how they see
and i see the colours without names
the colours only i can see
i see
photons travelling and roaring
through darkness
on journey past all of the stars
until they finally reach us
an intricate pattern
meandering over space
in curls and crescents,
a gigantic container of
silver shining dots poured
all over the rich blackness
of an unturned bucket
of speckled antimatter
sludge
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
part iii i
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
'beep... beep... beep...'
can you hear it?
the excitement
hydrolysing
our blood?
even in a time where Earth
is on the brink of destruction
and greed and pride and arrogance
threaten to wipe humans
out of existence
there they are,
those shining dots
waiting for us in the sky,
smiling
we're almost ready,
and so are they ...
i see Wernher Von Braun writing notes beside
every page in Tsiolkovsky's books
i see Korolev, Glushko, Bogomolov,
Fridrich Tsander, Kondratyuk,
Tihonravov, Pilyugin,
Stuhlinger, Mueller,
Arthur Rudolph, Oswald Lange,
Veiser, Häussrrman...
the greatest minds from all across the world
blasting their entire being into their work
i hear a distant rumbling
i see headlines,
the palpable excitement
people's interest in the stars
rekindled,
their imagines sparkled
alight
i hear the beeping of Sputnik
the laughter of Gagarin as he yells 'Ny Vsyo! Poyehali!!'
NY VSYO! POYEHALI!!
NY VSYO!
NY VSYO!
the rumbling draws closer
Gagarin turns round,
and waves forward,
motioning for the whole world
to follow
and it does
poyehali.
as his worlds ring through time and space
all the way back to a smiling Tsiolkovsky and Newton and Kibalchich
all the way back to smiling ancient Greek and ancient Chinese engineers and scientists and dreamers
and I hear the excitement,
it's palpable you can feel it in the air
lightning in the air
a million supercharged souls
the dreams of Bradbury, Asimov and Clarke
and Highlander and H.G Wells and Stanisław Lem and Kir Bulychev and countless other writers poets and dreamers finally coming to life
the rumbling ear
the countdown
i see nine other rockets
beside each other
like soldiers
i hear their rumbling
volcano dragon engine
heart
getting ready
to return to the stars
i see Tereshkova,
Alan Shepard
Buzz, Collins, Armstrong,
Belka and Strekla
and all the smiling
rest
they can feel the excitement
in their stomachs
rising up their spines
in the same tingling
sensation
that all the smiling
stars feel
the air before the storm
is full of sparks
zap
zap
zap
a tiny white arc connects
with the right atom
the Universe
takes in
a deep
breath . . .
ну всё
(ny vsyo)
поехали.
(noyeahali.)
part iii ii
...this is Apollo Saturn Control
we've passed the six-minute mark
in our countdown for Apollo 11 -
the flight to land
the first men on the moon
Neil Armstrong reported back
when he received the good wishes:
thank you very much
we know it will be a good flight
good luck and godspeed
there it is
the rocket
the glorious machine
built,
tested
and assembled,
after three thousand
years of planning
it's ready
...the swing arm is now coming back
as our countdown continues...
four minutes and counting...
we are GO for Apollo 11
just yesterday they discovered fire
their first biplane
was moments ago
...the vehicle's starting to
pressurise
as far as the propellant tanks
are concerned,
and all is still GO
look how far they've come...
'impressive' isn't the word,
they're incredible
...we're now on an automatic sequence
t-minus sixty seconds in counting
all is still GO
shww.
hear that?
it's that rumbling sound
again
it feels a little different,
don't you think?
...twenty seconds in counting
we are still GO with Apollo 11
tumbleweed guitars
play tight tension strings
a Mexican standoff
about
to
pull
the trigger...
fire.
LAUNCH SEQUENCE: INITIATED
PRIMARY THRUSTERS: ENGAGED
SHWWWWOWOOOOAO
SOUND AVALANCHE
YELLING VOLCANOES
HELLHOUNDS
ARE REARING TO FLY!
TEN...
NINE...
EIGHT...
SEVEN...
SIX...
FIVE...
FOUR....
THREE...
TWO...
ONE...
LIFTOFF
A VORTEX
FIRESTORM DEMON
RIPPING THE AIR INTO
EVISCERATED SHREDS
THERE IT GOES! LIFTOFF!
THE ATMOSPHERE
IS BURNING!
FOUR BEAMS OF
CHEMICAL FIRE
SEARING SIREN OXYGEN
THERE IT GOES! THERE IT GOES!
IT'S FALLING UPWARDS
THROUGH THE SKY!
skylord chrome tubas rebound avalanching scubas sound down from moutaintop cloud hurricanes volcano hurt dynamite spitting flames firework summer sweat swelter swerve atom bomb bloodshell fire hell dragonbreath nitro-glycerine lakes of flames spake waterfalling landsliding mudescaping deluge through the roaring metallurgy thruster swelling red orange sunset plume crimson spoons napalm liquid inferno black smoke envelops ground blooming, booming melting lavaflowers sing the song of tortured white-hot hydrogen light
YES! YES! YES!
the sky piercer
unleashes Hell into Earth
hurtling itself into Heaven
the whole world is watching
all the stars in the sky
- shimmering
like morning dew
THERE IT GOES
LIFT OFF
LIFT OFF
LIFT OFF
and it's not just every American
that's watching
it's not just the White House
the Kremlin
or the Zhongnanhai
Newton and Tsiolkovski,
Hypatia and Verne
Copernicus, Kibalchich
and Empedocles
Kepler, Einstein, Carl Sagan,
the slaves that helped
build the Pyramids,
Contantijn and Christian Huygens
Orville and Wilbur Wright,
the Rishis that glimpsed
the day and night of Brahma,
Ptolemy, Hipparchus,
Nikola Tesla...
William Herschel, Edwin Hubble
and Aristarchus of Samos,
John Flamsteed, Shapley,
Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizmi
Varāhamihira, Chandrasekhar,
Penzias, Henrietta Swan Leavitt
and Burnell and Eratosthenes and Halley and
Annie Jump Cannon and Giovanni Cassini
they're all standing in
a thousand-ghost crowd
and they're hugging each other
and yelling and shouting and laughing
and cheering
YES!
YES!
YES!
FLY!
they say
fly for us
and all the others
fly for yourselves
and the future!
thousands of genius dreamers
who devoted their entire lives
for us to have a chance at the stars
they're all watching that rocket
go up into space
hundreds, thousands,
millions of years
of painstaking work
invisibly accumulated
after so many lifetimes
into a single mechanical
vessel
do you hear it?
do you hear the cheering?
it's every human that's ever lived and dreamed
millions and millions of writers and scientists and dreamers and musicians
astronomers and physicists and mathematicians
every person that has ever hoped and dreamed
and yearned for space
with their yearning starstruck
bloodpump heart
we may be just tiny creatures
on a tiny pale dot
a tiny grain of sand in an ocean
but this grain of sand has dreams
and aspirations
the intense g-force blast
slams the astronauts back
into their seat
faster and faster
higher and higher
mission control is following
the readings and dials and buttons
and the buzzing and clicking
and the rockets are churning out fire and flames burning through litres and litres off chemical fuel
and the first and second stages have detached
the whole world is watching
and we're there
we've reached the stars
we've left our planet
WE'RE THERE! AHAHA!
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!
WE'RE BLASTING OFF AND GOING INTO SPACE!
SPACE! SPACE! THE STARS!
AHAHAHAHA IT'S BEAUTIFUL
AMAZING
we did it
we did it
we did it
we've done the impossible
we've reached the heavens themselves
the whole world is cheering
brothers and sisters united together
travelling into the stars that we came from
the burning stars that have inspired us
for thousands and thousands of years
the astronauts look back through the window
they see their planet,
all alone
hanging in the void
everyone that's ever lived and died
has never left that dot
except for 10 missions,
now 11.
these astronauts
and their ship
are more than just metal
and carbon and spacedust
they are
knowledge and intellect and
creativity and curiosity
and the unstoppable willpower
that allows us to achieve
whatever seems impossible
today,
and inevitable
tomorrow
"But why, some say,
the Moon?
Why choose this as our goal?
And they may well ask, why
climb the highest mountain?
Why, 35 years ago, fly the
Atlantic?
Why does Rice play Texas?
"we choose to go to the Moon!
we choose to go to the Moon
in this decade and do the
other things,
not because they are easy,
but because they are hard;"
the astronauts,
the spaceship,
a crying newborn baby,
you,
reading this right now ---
you are the most complex things
the Universe has ever created
you are the embodiment of
courage and amazement...
...and after that?
part iii iii
...the rockets just keep coming
one after another
up
up into space
it's the Universe's
4th of July
fired from a
Katyusha launcher
Newton stares
at the spaceships,
his black robes and long hair
billowing in the wind,
to his left stands Voltaire
scribbling something
in his notepad
and smiling,
Einstein and Planck
are to Newton's right,
along with an excited
Gauss
Archimedes watches
from the comfort of his
spectral bathtub,
Edison and Tesla stand
beside one another
Democritus and Plato
are now friends
Galileo
remembers his discoveries
that cost him so dearly
and Kepler turns to Tycho
and says:
'It shall never seem
that you have lived in vain.'
Shakespeare, Thomas Wolfe, Keats, Tolstoy
Stanisław Lem, Asimov and Bradbury
marvel at the rockets
Milton, no longer blind,
sees the Chaos and the Heavens
through which Urania once guided him
Dante, Bulgakhov and Goethe witness
the wonders of Voland's orb...
while Tsiolkovski simply watches
without saying a word...
all of them are crying,
tears are streaming down
their faces
while they tremble
watching the white metal birds
rise on spires of flame
into the endless stars
of the Cosmos
that's it
see that speck
they're leaving in the dust?
that's where billions have lived and died and fought and conquered and discovered and loved and dreamt and run and jumped and leaped and sailed --
and now we're exploring the galaxy
a heart's about to explode
yes! yes! yes!
i see the universe spinning
and we're a part of it
a tiny tiny part of it
that matters
the stars are shining
shining
for every intrepid soul
that's ever looked up
and witnessed
the humbling splendour
of the scintillating silver seafoam strands
the journey to space
is the greatest journey that we've undertaken
the Heavens
that were painted
by magnificent Italian artists in frescoes and paintings
by the Aboriginals and the Aztecs and the Japanese
and the Normans and the Saxons and Vincent
Van Gogh
the stars that gives us hope and dread
we've touched them,
brushed past their unfiltered
starlight.
we are a tiny beacon of hope
a stockade against all odds
a stand against the darkness
we are the only known island of life
in this vast and endless
cold and silent existence
we are the inhabitants of Sagan's
pale blue dot
captured by Voyager 1
a tiny speck of sand
a tiny pixel
although we've had trouble getting along in the past,
we've reached the stars
yet this is only the beginning
the Universe is largely composed of nothing
we are something
an impossibly small something
that looks up at the dancing auroras
that builds telescopes and observatories and discovers electromagnetic waves
we see the blotches and flowers and
purple creases of nebulous fabric
floating and coalescing in nothingness
the glowing accretion disks of an ominous black hole
the bending and distortion
of ultimate annihilation
it's hard to verbalise the
firework explosions inside my heart
the excitement and joy and amazement
the prospect of visiting every constellation
ribbons and streams of milk
structures that span millions of lightyears across
eons of creation folding into
layers of creation
governed by unseeable forces
and uncountable interactions
simultaneously occurring across
the macro and the micro
infinites
it was Universe or nothing
and we chose the Universe
perhaps
the Universe doesn't even know
how complicated it is
then again
we know
we must be the newly formed
appendage that knows
we do this all for knowledge
for uncovering mysteries
we do this for something more
we fail and fail again
and even if we fail for a thousand years
we pick ourselves back up again
and we try harder
we are the greatest creatures we know of
and yes, i know too well
that humans are capable of terrible things
but we have overcome so much
that it would be foolish to think it ends here
we are the product of 7 billion years of serendipity
the Universe has finally woken up and started to discover itself
and we are this universe
we've stared death in the face
billions of humans have paved the way for progress
we're travelling
to places we've never even dreamed of
the ice and dust and all the floating particles composing stunning belts and rings and their colossal shadows fall upon the torrid and the frigid gas giants
gas giants covered in spilled paint and hurricanes larger than our planet
planets in every colour
cosmic marbles
layers and rings of different hues
ribbons of stardust and smoky lanes
"There is a place with four suns in the sky -
red, white, blue, and yellow;
two of them are so close together
that they touch,
and star-stuff flows between them."
we're going to reach that place
we'll traverse
desolate craters
and mountains
that're larger
than continents
spacesuits
like shining plastic ants
crawling over ravaged surfaces
of ancient rocky planets
buried in the red soil
and the orange canyons
and the dried-up rivers
the spacesuits find
remnants
of those that came before...
there are blistering winds
on a thousand planets
whistling and howling and singing
over vast and empty world,
waiting to be heard
our star
and our rocky terrestrial planets
the asteroid belt
the gas giants
the centaurs and the Keiper belt
Pluto and Charon
the Öpik-Oort cloud
the edges of the Heliosphere
spilling into
Interstellar Medium -
our solar system:
a dot within the Local Bubble
which is a dot within the
Orion-Cygnus arm
which is a branch of the Perseus Arm
which is a single arm
within the Milky Way Galaxy
(a sea of stars suspended
in black nothingness
spinning 'round a colossal
Sagittarius A* )
which is all a dot within the
Local Galactic Group
which is a dot within
the Virgo Supercluster
(110 million light years across)
which is a dot
belonging to the
Laniakea supercluster
the core of which
is the Great Attractor
(a gravitational anomaly
with the mass of
ten thousand Milky ways)
which is moving
towards the Shapley Suplercluster
(which is so dense
that it's pulling itself together
against the force of the
expanding Universe)
which is but a dot
beside the Hercules-Corona
Borealis Great Wall
(the diameter of which
is 10% of the observable
universe in length)
which contains eclectic clusters
and vast branching filaments
containing golden threads
of myriad galaxies
and shrivatsa knots
shaped into lymphatic vessels
tangled into cosmic braids
across the spaces
between colossal
yawning voids
(barren, empty fields)
and all of these things
are but dots (or the absence
of dots)
within the observable
universe
which is but a fragmented
shard of the entire universe
which is but a tiny dot
within the multiverse
(cosmologies and chaos
overlapping and flowing
in on themselves
through the other side
of spacetime
through uncountable
dimensions and forms
contained within
an ultimate structure
of outward and inward
recursion beyond
the scope of any scope)
....and we're going to explore it all
just you wait and see.
i lied.
these things do not exist.
there are no stars or space
or time
there are no universes
multiverses or chairs or
lawnmowers or quasars
they do not exist.
there is One.
which we divide into
false dualities for
convenience's sake.
but let us not mistake
the symbol 3
for three apples
let us not forget
the billions
of molecules
contained within each
of these 'three' apples
let us not forget the
neutrons and protons,
electrons, quarks,
neutrinos, bosons,
gluons and photons
let us not forget the strings
let us not forget that
nothing is really in contact
with anything
let us not forget the great
voids between each atom
the voids between each
molecule and each cell
and each star
which form the illusory
appearance of a structure
let us not forget that
the space between your arm
and the moon
is the same space between
the atoms of your DNA
stowed away within
the nucleus of a cell
which composes a follicle
of hair
let us not forget the
that the concept of objects
is merely a consequence
of a limited perspective
let us not forget
that our galaxy
is a subatomic particle
so what use is there
in marking and labelling
infinitesimally small
portions of a proton?
let us not forget,
you and that tree over there
occupy the same pin
on a zoomed out map of the world
let us not forget,
you and that Jupiter over there
occupy the same pin
on zoomed out map of the world
let us forget.
forget and never remember.
let us neither forget
nor remember.
let us unite dualities
into qubits
i am the many eyed god
you are the many eyed god
we are the many eyed god
i and you and it and we
One is the many eyed god
One is all.
One is is not is
is (is not) is void Made Material
Unexistant in a Sleep from
Which it Never Always Wakes Up
nor the last number
nor the first number
harmony in starlight
eternal return
or ultimate demise
harmony in starlight
let us simply be
the morning dew
that buds upon
a blade of grass
let us be the molten plasma
exchanged in bending
currents
between two binary stars
starlight.