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Rated: E · Poetry · Opinion · #2093825
Our connection to the universe.

Something about the stars calls to us
like an ancient longing, like an impulse
within the very depth of our being, like
a voice profound and wise.  We
seem to know that it is home...
the cradle of our creation.
It is neither delusion nor
wish nor any subjective
dreamline apparent;
no, this is spine-tingle
truth, for we are made 
of stardust, the elements
forged in the cores of stars.
So ancient is the Cosmos;
all that is or was or ever will be.
Explosions were, and are, essential.
So long ago the universe (back then
a singularity), decided to roll the bones.
By doing so, the universe began;  the Big
Bang still resonates with cosmic background
radiation.  Cosmology and physics aside, 
we can appreciate the affinity that stirs
us deep and strong--there’s no high
hindering us from basic awe
and appreciation.  No mysticism
necessary, no pious chants or
closed eyes--on the contrary,
with eyes wide open, espy
the stars and feel the lure
that is the Cosmos.  Then,
much like Jacob’s ladder
you will appreciate a
connection, a tie
to the heavens
from which
we came.

36 Lines
Writer’s Cramp Winner

--roll the bones
--high water
--Jacob’s ladder

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