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Yes, again ...

He met a parallel lover.
She didn’t matter; didn’t do matter.
He took her hand, and space inverted, pop!

In the beginning was no beginning
until the big bang apple, and then
hands began to turn; winds hissed;
deities and cosmic debris blew out;
hideous gorgons of good and evil
surfaced on billowing new skies.
Rock began to grind; magma rise.
Planets began to weather and spin
galaxies on heads of flickering pins.

No time passed in Eden,
until the desperate tumble;
the hurtling to holy nebulae,
out where angels and devils,
and high mountain temples,
erode in tricks of rain.

Amen to that. Fine work,

a collision between science and religion....again...Yes, again...

Thanks. The whole Eden story fascinates me. So does the "Big Bang." What came before? Will the universe implode again? Is it somehow wrapped around and around itself? How many dimensions are there, really? And on and on ...

Well, whatever it is, we have a pretty cool instantaneous window on it.

Matter and anti matter parallel and opposite
good and evil
the coming together of said ,releasing energy and matter
the poem holds, an absolute nothing no time ,and the absolute complete every thing and eternity, in suspension , struggling for the out come .This is really an interesting concept wrapped in the package of a poem .The manifestation of time with no clew as to nature of real time other than the present slippery instant ,adds to the equation quiet well ,the poems water is deeper than the reflection of the sky on the surface me thinks

Thanks, L.G.

Sometimes I wonder if all the cosmic back eddies of "Eden," those moments removed from the grind, from the slipstream of time, wherever they arise, end in "big bang" ejections into physical worlds of time-space duality... Something like that.

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