The universe is as close as the veins in your neck
The universe is as close as the veins in your neck
-- Russian axiom
Original Text
Blue Panic (Windsor, Ontario: Black Moss Press, 1991): 20. PS 8587 .U52 B58 Robarts Library
1The angle seemed askew,
2an enigmatic grin hanging
3at the end of the highway,
4a last orange gasp.
6his silence tangible
7between the sounds.
8We pull a history in unmatched words
9from two hemispheres
10over empty space.
11I remember
12at least one ancient cell
13in the body comes from stardust.
14We follow the black syntax
15of the moon's thoughts
16out to drifting stars.
17A universe expanding into nothing,
18we are the space we travel to.
Notes
5] Ludwig von Beethoven (1770-1827), German Romantic Composer. Back to Line
RPO poem Editors
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition
2004
Special Copyright
<b>This poem cannot be published anywhere without the written consent of Rosemary Sullivan or Black Moss Press permissions department.</b>