The Cosmic Background Radiation

by Dave Shortt

everywhere at once, dispossesses
Mnemosyne, phoneme, ohm,
dim rune
'15 billion years travelling'
beside many-eyed Hydrogen's offspring,
unreleased from orogenous forces,
heat located around an eye's
own erogenous color
glimmers in blackbodied
colorless total Shock
dilating into
relaxing stargazing)

cooled stones, cosmogonies
frost-heaved to the surface,
broken & eroded directions encoded
in dopplering microwave tenses,
primitive music of Theoretical Hope
finally arrives to examine earthly carnage)

the 4 Disunited Forces of Desire, once
held back in a bond of Anticipation
to the hottest mirage, commitments
to forage something of oneself,
to feed on audio states of Entropy
by the simple Graces,
settle on a wavelength
adjacent to Eros
'never do us part'
solely into aloof plasmic
Night-Children cooling faster in communication
of chronic voidness, kinked
megahertz of Midgard's Serpent
deluging Elsewhere Chaos reminiscent of
the mystery of Anti-
fellow survival)

backgrounds of bees, crickets
to conversations telescoped down
to curiosity if there's life
in a local star group,
a social class or noise of inalienable
Souls oscillating along information curves
passing from Helium
over ptolemaic rounded scaffoldings
broken down in a last employment
& on into heavy momenta, relativity
of travels, new phases
of flawless flaws in dust & light)

Earth grown into a romanticized animal
reeling in space,
trapped spectra
in cringing Fusion placed now in
a second exploded into powers, the whole
Nineyards always to go,
bathed in isotropic fanatic Adoration
subsequence to the first surprise play)

everyone will please agree on what happened yesterday?
a trillion billion billion degrees more crowded
than the orient,
before zeroes soon fill the west, evidencing
a flick of a lighter,
bringing winter along)

'light hadn't reached there yet')

because it accelerated
at different rates also known
as Ouranos)

in the foreground a few astronomers
begging two last quick questions:
'are we alone?' &
'where is Tartaros?')

in Truth the sky rose, altered
all over the place,
number crunchers
take up a carrot stick,
a nightingale sings

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