Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Dark energy

A distant murmur dips towards us from beyond the horizon
                or does it quietly insist already inside our ears:
                a message that has no trajectory,
                a signal without attenuation,
                a rumour in our marrow?
The word it speaks eludes the loud gossip of atoms
                with their clubs and cliques,
                their molecules and mobs of jostling form
and stands silent in our immediate presence.

It knows no limit of earshot, and so without raising its voice
                can shout with all the accumulated whispers
                of the furthest most red-shifted points,
                a chorus that sings
of the kinship and common birth of every time and place
                and the faintest of all whispers
                calling them home
                to the beginning of time,
                to the edge of space,

will be made deafening and irresistible by distance at last.

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