slowly melting tachyons darting
free of Inertia's cold grip,
or so I hope,
as I wait.
Life has compressed
down to a singularity
where all is jammed up
unable to move about,
before critical mass.
Within gravity's well
my soul is bound
as well as the flesh,
within relativity's firm grasp,
even if mental.
Few see this,
that physics applies aptly
to the mind and soul,
when one is sinking
into entropy's grasp.
The other end
of that terrible cycle
applies just as well, folks.
The implosion leads up
to big bang.
Releasing the power,
the matter, the heart and
even the fate of those
trapped within that point
where all combined.
Will that moment
when mass combines perfectly
to force gravity to release
all from it's pull
come in time?
Or be late,
like so many times
before when hope's tiny glimmer
broke into black hole
leading to excitement.
Still I sit
waiting for that mass,
the tiny photon, the electron,
even a Higg's boson
might prove enough.
Just the shove,
to create the mass
that overcomes gravity's foul grip,
and pushes back hard,
with potential energy..
released suddenly
along with all
trapped within this darkness
that my heart created here
when it gave up,
until this moment.
Or the next,
or the last,
I may not know,
for here, time twists,
memory fails,
and hope
better be silent.
6Jan2015 - Dyfedd Rex, wishing others would make up minds, so I can grasp a tachyon or six...
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