Polar Extremes
Explosion / Implosion,
caught in the din
Forces once pushing,
now pull from within
The physicist cries,
as the mockingbird calls
To see past tomorrow,
today in freefall
A binary motion
of polar extremes
All consciousness split
—dark hole of my dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
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