various verses   by james phoenix

starfield

 

 

as dust motes move randomly

 

within the thermal streaming

 

through the window

 

this morning,

 

star motes move coherently

 

through space, filling it empty

 

from big bang,

 

each a system of fusion

 

unto itself, a microcosm,

 

a history and destiny of its own:

 

populating the expanse of starfield

 

in at least four dimensions.

 

2013