Space, the One True Conquest

by William C. Burns, Jr.

In the exaggerated swirls
        that have become my days
I watch the diamonds fading into the ebon jet
        of the coming night
And I wonder if those stars
Those far
        far distant stars
Call out to one another
And in that calling express a desire
        written in blood and fire
A desire to touch
        and no longer be alone

I ask the Night
        if we are the children of that desire
If we are the flesh of stars
        made mobile
And filled with the desire
        to leave this safe place
So that through us
Those distant stars
        might indeed touch
And our every act of reaching
        every act of touching
Every conquest
Is but a fiery echo
        muted in the waters of our flesh
An echo
Of the one true conquest
Of the one final frontier

Copyright © 2004, William C. Burns, Jr.
M51, the Whirlpool Galaxy (NGC5194/5195)

M51, the Whirlpool Galaxy
(NGC 5194 and NGC 5195)

William C. Burns, Jr. was born circa the early fifties and raised in and around the rolling hills and glens of the eastern part of the planet and seems to think he functions equally well in both right and left hemispheric modes, creating across a wide spectrum of media -- graphic art, poetry, auto body repair, music, theater, sculpture, raising children, microprocessor interface design, computer code, etc.

Bill holds lots of degrees (mostly Celsius, some Fahrenheit some Kelvin) in areas such as electrical engineering, biomedical engineering and education. He keeps the hounds of starvation at bay by teaching electrical engineering and electrical technology courses for various colleges. He has written thirteen plays that have made the stage and been published in over 100 hardcopy magazines, as well as a metric bunch of web page zines. Bill lives with his bride of twenty-seven years and their three children.

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