Blue nuance in her sun-kissed reflection
she burns a new day like flash paper
searing and scrying to find depth
in the liminal space between light
and dark matter, her velocity unmatchable
Peach phases of structure limn the periphery
hints of warmth and intent, hearth fires from
distant galaxies, promises of unending value
far from the forces of entropy and decay
where creation is blessedly less exorbitant
Than destruction, where infinite nothingness
has no pull, robbed of the weight of gravity
an astronomy expanding her vision beyond limits
celestial bodies of lilac nebulas, luminescent
markers of all that came before
In an era of expansion, millennia recorded
by a quantum chronometer, lost chapters in
Hypatia’s novel, in which no one speaks,
her elegant proofs, sites of profundity
circumscribing existence in an aureate light
Any state is possible as she feasts on shadows
ataraxia’s liberating bliss an all-encompassing reality
birthing an infinite peace, an everlasting prismatic
paradox where all is known and unknowable
both beholden to precise motions and endlessly mystery
A mythic science, fractured metaphysics simultaneously whole
an observable miracle that can never be revealed, Hypatia’s
greatest riddle, wrapped in enigma, hidden in an oubliette
within a multiverse never intended but inevitable, she invites a
stochastic intimacy, a net of interwoven meaning, connecting it all
This poem is shared to the international poetry website dVerse Poets Pub for the 355th Open Link Night.
Chromapoetica 
“she burns a new day like flash paper”
Love this. Where it all begins and ends.
The birthing and destruction of the universe is endlessly a mystery. I am always awed by its riddle, paradox, a multi-verse of light and dark matter. Good to read you Anna. Hope all is well.
How intoxicating and fascinating this poem is. I read it twice and got two different meanings, and also, as sometimes happens, I was filled with “enviation” (my combination of envy and appreciation) over several of your incredibly clever phrases: “feasts on shadows”, “prismatic paradox” and “stochastic intimacy, a net of interwoven meaning, connecting it all”. The last line ties it all together beautifully,.
I like her view, where: “an everlasting prismatic
paradox where all is known and unknowable”
Anna, your exploration of celestial bodies, the interplay between creation and destruction, and the fusion of mythic science with metaphysics… Wow… This poem really ignites my imagination!
~David
I love your use of color in this. Great descriptions. These are some of my favorites:
“she burns a new day like flash paper”
“Peach phases of structure limn the periphery
hints of warmth and intent, hearth fires from
distant galaxies,”
“celestial bodies of lilac nebulas,”
There is so much mystery out there, and even if it just matter following the laws of physics, it is hard to explain when we cannot even grasp time and size from a human horizon.
Anna, your verse is as beautiful and as mysterious as the universe. An incredible write.