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The Theory of Black Holes

The Theory of Black Holes

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The Theory of Black Holes

Length:
126 pages
47 minutes
Released:
Mar 3, 2010
ISBN:
9781452302690
Format:
Book

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Eternity

Eternity is lost in the stark belief of our death,
As the night presses down on our steadily fading breath.
The hush of animation is often long and pathetic.
And it never comes with its futile anesthetic.

Discern the thrill in our voice, that whispering buzzing land,
The dream-date thought you were simply boring out of hand,
And made it with the recent daydream of events.
You caught the shout in your throat like quick-dry cement.

Eternity is the old movie, slowly slipping away from truth,
Laughing that there was ever such a thing as eternal youth.
Resolutely smothering the hope that freedom might not die,
Ripping the ramparts of liberty, when we are too old to fly.

You wake to a songbird and the pain of the lonely cynic,
Crowded streets of ambrosial need, steer you to the clinic.
Even the old dirty car is a palace compared to a coffin,
A thousand polished wine-bottles to drive you there too often.

Eternity listens for laughter ever closer to the door,
Dickers for contentment like a spendthrift in a store.
There’s no shelter to protect the myth of immortal souls,
They’re simply jewels encrusted on an infinite roof of holes.

There’s a talisman of values in the arbor countryside,
And they say that there, no righteous person ever died.
I flush with the first ideas of the vacant lots they sold,
The people who first bought them, you can bet were truly old.

Eternity is a city, whose streets are the very fields,
Of the eternal garden with their houses never sealed.
Just a little casket of paradise in which they’ll always wield,
Against the dreadful truth of oblivion, which will never yield.

Released:
Mar 3, 2010
ISBN:
9781452302690
Format:
Book

About the author

E A St Amant is the author of How to Increase the Volume of the Sea Without Water, Dancing in the Costa Rican Rain and Stealing Flowers.


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The Theory of Black Holes - E A (Edward) St Amant

(Five Days of Eternity)

The Neanderthal night of wild life and beguile,

Gunning the dog down in the ditch,

Comes poking fun at your dead and dying smile,

And begging the small shallow lifestyles to switch.

In that time of day, the evening spirit complains to God,

‘Go now, so that the wedded virgin should sire,

A steed with the need akin to the rod,

For I will repeal the laws of your fire.

‘At night, they come slithering from under the fossils,

In darkness, they sample the delight over.

You can lock the priest in Pentecostals,

But his acolyte rolls naked in the clover.’

But the sun frowned, taunted to its bowers,

‘I force the plants up by their bootstraps.

The insects, I make an army charging down on the flowers.

From cliffs, I command the water to sculpt the maps.

‘In darkness, t̀is true, evil runs the rudders of the stream,

But in goodness, the routes never fail.

About the chattering marsh, the blind souls may team,

But ever, I will fall to them in Braille.’

‘Seven days wasn’t enough to deliver the fools,’

Night hissed back and brought all shadow to its boast,

‘Seven years, it doesn’t matter, in the end, darkness rules.

From your throne, the best that can be said of him, is, almost!

‘But even there, that pushes at credulity,

Seven centuries, seven times seven, it doesn’t mean a wit,

For he remains a creature of the night and the city,

Long before you made him a pale image of your spit.’

‘You’ll not have them gold over love,’

Day growled, then, angered at this retort,

‘They may admire the hawk, but will dream always of the dove.

They’ll ever struggle to my harbor, even the worst sort.’

The devil laughed then, having pricked his archenemy.

Said, ‘You’ll ever be a naked platonic ideal,

Baptized in water, brandished with wine, see me?

I am the warm comforting cloth and the hot nourishing meal.’

The sun drew his Apollo breath, pallid over the seas.

Night sent his own Dionysus will, dead-drunk to his knees.

Thus of goodness and evil, neither one ever agrees,

Until at dusk, when rivers kiss the trees.

Fascist Sunlight

(Dancing in the Costa Rican Rain)

The youth was led to the line of liquidation,

with the music, a mix of mediocre brass.

The insurgent son of a sunny nation,

Engaged his golden eyes on green grass.

Breezes bore back the gallant hair on his head.

Sparrows sang in one cocking noise;

Then bolted from the flower-bed,

Not a swagger of swan-song in their poise.

Sun-rays ripped through the riddled post,

Its shadow slunk behind a sullen fence.

There it lay, maybe three minutes most,

The body isolated in solitude intense.

Later, dark clouds came to wash away the stain,

Piercing the horizon like bullets on the brain;

The sparrows rode the wings of ruin in a tailspin of rain,

As warm summer sounds floated through the lanes again.

What the Devil is Due?

(Murder at Summerset)

Sweet chirps are the scream of a black void,

For the bird stuck to stucco-roof gargoyles.

Every moral from kitten to cat recoils;

A tiger sprang from every grace destroyed.

Every need has an eagle to feed,

And swoops down and tears it apart.

Any group virtue in its true heart,

Is a wolf pack which roves to bleed.

The damage done by the sacred wine;

The damned duty-bound dance of god.

Every ethic but a backwash of fraud,

In nature’s sewer; pearls for swine.

The fresh-shaven priest holds the reins.

His cloistered souls have the house-mice code.

I am the raven at the side of the road,

I watch while they scurry by in their chains.

And myth rolls on, ‘Call forth the creed.’

Every human need has an ego to feed,

True virtuous deeds, a hero destined to bleed,

Any ethic we feed, puts

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