Big Bang Theory

In that crimson second the darkness split, became
a line of white hot stars within a canopy of blood
the sky encompassed, turning on its North-bound needle
such wanton impulse this ruby-strewn incision never saw
before containment failed
the urgency of worlds all yet to be
a billion tiny fists uncurled within
amniotic possibility.

That splattered violence of the light
which screamed its coming into blunt birth bald
as the scramble of elastic loves that never were
formed in this first shriek of plasma- formless as delight.
From this detonated monument to a cracked day came
electric yolk which flayed the dark material
the rind of the nothingness before-
the cavernous empty, yawning the echo of nothing.

Expansion. Loose as a sprung bowstring the planets
pebbles skittered reeling from the
primordial epiphany
carousels of tango-dancing
drunks
holding dizzy court
to dying suns.

It’s a party in here. Locked
in the guts of the great whale.
Stretched to full-to-
bursting seams
a foaming frenzy of excited hydrogen.
It has to stop
some time
say the neighbours.

And then- reverse cycle. Continental drift
annulled condensed contraction as
the tide’s sucked out
and all the glitter
of the spinning balls undone
pop one by one
breathe in the crimson seconds run
and not with a shout but a whisper comes…

Big Bang Theory

annakw

Joined January 2008

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