Polar Extremes

September 24, 2019

Explosion / Implosion,

caught in the din

Forces once pushing,

now pull from within

The physicist cries,

as the mockingbird calls

To see past tomorrow,

today in freefall

A binary motion

of polar extremes

All consciousness split

—dark hole of my dreams

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

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