by Terrence Aym

Created on: December 14, 2009

Microwaves

Upon a sea of energy drift I,
Riding the swells of microwaves.
Conflicting whirlpools,
Spinning matter past my eyes.

Radiation steamboats sing,
Such melancholy songs,
Ordered yet chaotic sounds,
Dancing white noise brings.

Light waves cease their tireless pace,
Microwaves slow their reckless race.
A sign reads: "This universe under construction,"
And grains of sand merge with grains of space.

Breaking from the backwash of microwaves,
The energy sea depletes itself,
The universal Cosmic Egg,
Shells of black holes all that remains.

As the Big Bang darkens,
Existence blooms fragrant with elemental rose.
Wrapped in warps, I grinned slightly:
Another universe spread forth its starry petals.

Embracing Creation to my breast, I laugh!
Playful microwaves recede from shore.

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