Monthly Archives: June 2013

Sudden Heat

I put my hand into the strange swirling pattern in the rock, and so did she.

We put our hands together there, and then suddenly felt the intense heat

As first our hands, then arms, then shoulders, (then our bodies), dipped into the cold stone of eternity

A silence cured by cosmic ray lamps- black holes and pulsars, (it takes a bit of time). Do you know where life came from? There.

Did you see that shooting star?

Neither one of us expected it, and yet we both thought exactly the same thing.

At that moment, we looked inwardly and outwardly, simultaneously {sorry Prof. Einstein} imploding and exploding, towards the Universe’s, of both the very small and very large.

This tendril of a vine stopped here, and then jumped across a galaxy

Through a Worm hole, in time itself.

 

There is a mirror universe, not too far away

Someone wakes in one village, another wakes in another.

She takes a sip from a cup, an aliquot of liquid deuterium oxide, (fresh squeezed star juice), spilling from a fountain

And dreams of meeting him. They still look at each other, with that latent heat of recognition,

not towards a street, or a house,

Or across a valley, not even across a table,

But towards a day.

And within that, to whatever frame of time, that stops long enough.

 

© Matthew Kenneth Kosak

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The Situation Currently

And maintaining consistency with our other inadequacy

We shall, stumble on

Crawling if we must, chaffing our skin against the dust of this dry mud flat

Through a twisted gate, that swivels in the wind

With a hideous noise that would grate against even a raven’s sensibility.

We finally crawl through the gate, and up the steps

The clothing’s long gone off our back, the sun, inspected it for days, leaving blisters

We rise up on a weather rusted chair, and gaze out over the white dusty oblivion

There is a pain in our side, hunger

For a bit of company

That doesn’t buzz nor bite

And perhaps we will take flight

From

The tiredness that is inside the place, withdrawn like the darkness now

That hides behind the sullen windows.

But it’ll be back, when that overblown exaggerated self absorbed light bulb finally drops behind the hills.

The tiredness of waiting, is like the doors long ago fallen off the hinges, It’s taken form like the paint peeled walls.

There is something more, a thirst,

For more than what is here, the words compacted, (chalky, grit like between teeth) restrained, nascent, not yet free,

like the sand in that bottle.

Where has it been? We saw it as we crawled around that mountain-    sailing over a dune, on its way to better grounds, the barren sea.

The inside of desolation is resolution ,

The inverse of matter is nothingness

We used to care but that was miles before.

© Matthew Kenneth Kosak

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Oblivion

Oblivion, oblilvion

That’s how far we’ve come.

Except for one, difference. You are here in a library, with the light crawling in through a window

Filling your lungs as you cradle it.

 

© Matthew Kenneth Kosak

 

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