The serpent coils about the world,
swallows itself from tail to tongue:
an enigma that feeds itself
upon itself; a fire that burns
but is never consumed.
The unbroken circle mutates
becomes a spiral, rises or falls,
a circle modulated, a carrier wave,
a signal to the farthest heaven.
Circumference,
in another dimension
forms a mobius surface;
integrity resolves into opposites;.
Polarities unify,
dissipating waves continue,
solitons out of entropy.
Eternal forces
drive on, as if forever,
and scatter themselves unseen
and breached by anomaly.
We should not
take life and death for granted,
nor the end of the universe,
nor a universe without end.
When eternity goes on forever,
time itself may come adrift.
Never is a long, long time.
© BH, 2004/2021
A poem from the planetarium readings 20 years ago, give or take. I found the recording Gill Russell made of part of it for a show on Time. The audio is below. It contains the first five lines and the last three. Quite compelling ambient audio, though, I thought.
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