celestial Pollen
blown from deepest Nothingness
to birth Everything
Maiden Voyage
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Nova Sower
mystic dandelion
be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?
we’ll see
or not
limitless
eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night
yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness
Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence
spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus
in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal
vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record
an old crossroads
of me— Westminister
and infer it as noise
and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name
time
no beginning
but a fountain of birth—
no end
but a final bed for mortality—
a sacred vault
for every memory
every spirit—
eternal hope
of rebirth
loujen haxm'Yor 