“…shimmering through the leaves and out beyond the black lines of her neighbors’ chimney pots were the stars, beacons whose light left them long before there were eyes on this planet to receive it…” — archeologist Jacquetta Hawkes
1.
we who live in deep space and trip
on curbs looking up at stars bound in a mesh
of interstices of lightyears through which
seas of breath and blood pass,
in which muscles are bound by mystic ligaments
to armatures of bone . . .
we’re always mystified by what seems a
phenomenal disconnect, yet
mindsparks shine here and there,
filaments of personal matter,
electric turns of tissue and dreams,
tiny conscious blips to which
oldest light comes, goes, scatters
and everything is it,
so it may not matter
if shimmering it
will or will not
ever shatter
2.
we living in deep space trip on curbs
looking up at stars bound in mesh of interstices in lightyears
through which breath and blood pass and
muscles are bound by mystic ligaments to armatures of bone,
always mystified by what seems a phenomenal disconnect and
mind sparks here and there and filaments of personal matter blink,
electric bits of tissue-dreams, tiny blips of consciousness
of oldest light come & go, scatter, and everything is
It ……….. so
it may not matter if it will or will not shatter
Jim Culleny
11/04/16
Blink 