Bora born
Creation's shadow _
Photon's of light on your raw naked eye
reflects an image which says goodbye to
a process begun so long ago when
the symphony of spheres sang time to go.
The sun's centre crushes real time, as raw
matter implodes, the physicist finds
photons of light stay captured for years, a
thousand centuries they spin to break free.
Nine minutes then pass to fly to your eyes
where your brain will try to systhesise, all
the illusions you see when beliefs take
hold, from preachers dreams five thousand years old.
Man's journey will stall in a matter of
years, thanks to beliefs which bring you to tears.
Being human still, excuses some to think
mankind is indeed, the ape's missing link.
- O -
© aug 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
reflects an image which says goodbye to
a process begun so long ago when
the symphony of spheres sang time to go.
The sun's centre crushes real time, as raw
matter implodes, the physicist finds
photons of light stay captured for years, a
thousand centuries they spin to break free.
Nine minutes then pass to fly to your eyes
where your brain will try to systhesise, all
the illusions you see when beliefs take
hold, from preachers dreams five thousand years old.
Man's journey will stall in a matter of
years, thanks to beliefs which bring you to tears.
Being human still, excuses some to think
mankind is indeed, the ape's missing link.
- O -
© aug 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Creation`s shadow _
Creation`s shadow _