Whoopee
Whoopee
the universe has been mapped in hi res
technicolour, it’s really an opal shaped
like a tai chi or an egg on its side, with
an Axis of Evil between the hot/cold bits
& a bruise a couple of trillion light-year
galaxies across maybe caused by a collision
with another universe while both weren’t
watching or texting they’d be home late.
Funny thing, the universe is finite as
any map of Terra Incognita, ends at an edge
you can fall off into white papery nothing
which must be something other than the
universe unless it is the other universe
that wasn’t watching, off with the frigging
fairies.
~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on March 29, 2015.
Posted in metaphysics, poetry
Tags: cosmic background radiation, poems, poems about the universe, poetry, sonnets
See, the absurdity of it all. Whoopee!
James said this on April 1, 2015 at 9:52 am |