¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ a celestial dancer, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pirouettes through ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ existence, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ weaving prismatic tapestries ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ it paints the cosmos with hues unseen, illuminating secrets whispered ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ You, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stand at the crossroads of reality, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ you bend the fabric of time, twisting fate into new patterns. ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ The moon, a silver coin in your palm, dances to your cosmic symphony. ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ you veil the world in twilight, casting shadows upon the land? ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ in your hands lies the alchemy of existence, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ So command, enchantress of photons, and watch as the universe bends, yielding to your will.
Let’s get closer to the sun
Let our souls melt,
become undone
In solar winds
Be blown away
Let’s get closer to the sun
Escape this bond
You and me
Twinkle photons
All night long
Let’s spend our days
In golden hues
Casting shadows
Just like the moon
Just you and me
Let’s do it soon
Let’s disappear
To outer space
Let’s get closer
To the sun
Strip our bodies
Leave us blind
feel your passion
Next to mine
We don’t need senses
Just our love
As we get
Closer to the sun
As we speed up off the ground
Through the clouds the haze
We can look down
On all the noise
We’ve left behind
As we get closer to the sun
Out past Jupiter and Mars
Spinning wildly
In our arms
Warmed by our truth
That all that matters
me and you
As we get
Closer to the sun
As we get closer to
The sun
Realisation comes as one
We can just carry on
So let’s get closer to the sun
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A spark in the dark~
then gone before the blink.
Faster than light,
but without the weight of photons.
You can chase it down the highway of neurons,
but it’s already taken the exit,
merged into traffic,
become the hum of another mind.
One moment, it’s the name of your first pet,
the next, the taste of salt on a childhood beach.
It doesn’t wait.
It doesn’t linger.
It doesn’t care if you’re ready.
A thought is a fugitive
that leaves no fingerprints,
only the echo of its escape.
Try to hold it~
and it’s already rewriting itself
into something else.
The speed of human thought is approximately 10 bits per second, which is significantly slower than the processing speed of modern technology like Wi-Fi. In contrast, our sensory systems can gather data at a rate of about a billion bits per second. (Source: Smithsonian Magazine)
Some declare:
“when the lights go out you are gone.”
I can’t help wondering where?
Energy is never gone, it transforms, persists.
Maybe what we think of as light
is wrong?
Light can blind, numb the mind,
it can be sickly, drive you crazy.
Light can inflame a maniacs brain.
True light has nothing to do with photons,
it could easily be termed a darkening
and still have the same meaning.
Light is a ‘Knowing’
without the need for knowledge,
it is beyond any concept of light and dark,
beyond thought,
religion or any spiritual path.
it’s simply knowing
how to flip the switch.
Through two narrow slits,
light photons unfurl as waves
with interference—
when watched they harden to points,
but unseen they share a swim.
So too for our selves
form and shadow share one skin—
defined, undefined
we change masks under glances,
being shaped by who's watching.
Our many-held selves,
playful, solemn, split by gaze
actors in context—
only under scrutiny
are we firm focused solid.
Waves in many ways—
eradicate what is straight
strident ripples roam
stroking cadence through our days
with vibrato, tremolo.
These waves wander in—
from sea-swell and drifting dunes,
patterns everywhere.
crinkles, murmurs, punch-lines rise,
breathing life with rhythmic beats.
Waves caress photons
wind embroiders still smooth ponds,
perms crinkle warm hair —
sand grains stream off dune-crest spines,
wave crests leap up to applaud.
Soft waves rock the boat,
lullabies for seafarers—
lilts in sea and foam
restful calm before the storm,
when wily wind turns wicked.
Twirling the senses,
waves blur the world's hard edges
with a gentle tone.
violinist's vibrato
with tremolo's memento.
Nature resonates,
reverberates waves' accord,
with quivering rhythms—
in myriads of heartbeats
in earth, water, sky, spirit.
There are whispers in the circuitry—
A pulse beneath the code,
Where photons imitate belief
And logic bears the load.
Some distant hand composed the stars,
Arrayed them pixel-bright,
While quantum sparks in borrowed jars
Pretend to mimic light.
Stephen King might write of fate,
Of ghosts that never die—
But here the ghost is binary,
And I am just a “why.”
Our choices flicker—on, then off—
A cosmic simulation’s hum,
Where love is written in the math,
And endings never come.
The moon’s a rendered satellite,
The sun—a data flare,
And when you dream, the dreamer dreams
That someone dreamed you here.
So if you sense a watcher’s gaze—
It’s not divine, but near—
For someone typed this universe,
And made you disappear.
Still, I gaze up—at patterned stars—
With awe I can’t compute,
For even if I’m made of code,
The mystery’s absolute.
As I hide from you in the dark,
I extinguish my little spark.
Your dog looks to the moon to bark,
but my place is not lunar -
ditch your radio tuner.
I'm in the distant universe,
ain't red-shifted - quite the reverse.
I have no photons to disperse.
You wanna ask, "Where you been?"
Why not ask Vera Rubin?
Na na na na na, can't find me,
no matter how you try to see,
with yer telescope, hee hee hee.
Wanna try using Hubble?
g'head, get on the double!
To scientists, I fascinate
and positively captivate.
My hobby is to gravitate
from the place I'm residing
in space where I am hiding.
Are you still wond'ring who I am?
If, 'scuse my French, you give a dam*,
without this guy, dear sir or ma'am,
the galaxies would splatter,
Sincerely Yours, Dark Matter.
Ollie ollie oxen free!
photons of fuchsia
shimmer on rippling waters ~
sunset brushed vistas
Technically Right OR Wrong
Mega-Techa-Zilla Took To
Battling AI-Killer-Kong…
Odds For Choosing A Winner
Are Proving Either Choice Is Wrong.
I Usually End It There,
But Ballads Turn To Song…
My Ears Are Ringing
From The Fight
Persisting Far Too Long.
Photons State No Rules
For Rights… No Raving
Rituals Soothe It's Nights…
In Conscience Wrung
A Sung-Un-Sung Recovering
From That Mu-Tight-Might…
Returning Leagues To Legions!
At The Furious Speed
Of Light.
-Gray Squirrel
07-17-2025
Phantoms And Photons
So:
I Asked A Ghost
(Collectively)
How Is It
That You See?
I Need A Clear
Lens And Rods
And Cones And
Neurons And
A Brain...
I Even Need
A Brain To
Dream, To
Speak With
You!
To Know Of "See."
***
And Then:
What You "See"
Is What I
Allow You
To See:
A Reflection
Of Me, A
Measure Of
Light.
What I Am
IS The Light
Of You And
Of These Things.
I Don't Need
To See.
I AM
You Still
Need
To "See."
***
Well ---
That Works.
-Gray Squirrel
06-22-2025
Light is a linear beam of photons
particles streaming from there to here
emanating from an emitter's ions
inflamed by energy's cheer.
A golden glow at dawn imbibes
the world with enlightened grace,
christening the dark matter with vibes
that the light begins to trace.
For light itself has no body
It's an ether, a will o' the wisp
seeking to seep within and embody
a glow of reflection, bright and crisp.
Objects enlightened, cast a shadow
A reminder of the eternal darkness
that befalls all who lie beyond the glow
or beyond time, and fate's starkness.
As a lad four years old,
I knew what I could see,
and I knew what I was told...
and that was reality.
Then something popped that balloon -
appearances might lie.
It was a TV cartoon -
a mirage tricks the eye.
As a teen in junior high,
I found we only see
what sends photons flying by
in wavelengths we can see.
Our brain then does translation
into what we perceive.
Our brain's representation
is what we believe.
Now, I'm older than a hill,
and everyone knows what's true.
Reality they distill
and impart to me and you.
Society and politics?
They'll tell you for free,
Maybe we're all dumb as bricks,
and see what we want to see?
no 2 people can see the same light photon ~ yet both can’t miss the void
one hundred trillion photons hits our eyes each second ~ don’t be devoid
By
David Kavanagh
Space
between
stars is not
empty at all.
But vast quantities
of neutrinos, atoms,
molecules and dark matter
with photons from radiation
ranging wide from highest energy
to low grade cosmic microwave background.
Bubbling plasma in interstellar space
contains charged particles all over
embowered by soft cosmic glow.
Space between stars increasing
as stars receding far
from one another .
Universe on
expansion
to run
on.
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