The Physics of Love

The linearity of time has never eased
the allure of tracing the lines upon her face.
The collision of particles, and the resultant magic,
has always paled in comparison to the magic
that occurs when gazing into her pensive eyes.
These physics, running amok inside of me,
are like petulant children in a stellar nursery.
I was first moved by the law of gravity
that she herself wrote, that she herself commands.
Her pull and her gathering of all things along her vector
has flung me from one corner of the cosmos to the other.
These physics of love, drunk on their own principles.
A postulate that I found myself fallen in, most helplessly.
A scientist enthralled by the very nature of her existence
and all its mysteries – by the theory that she is everything.

M.M.

"You know just what you are"

You know just what you are
Red dragon sleeping a thousand-year sleep
Dreaming of cosmos and the revolutions of time

I awake from a slumber of darkness and undeath
To dwell once more in the wildfires of starlight
I stand before moribund stars and allow myself to burn
Carving multiversal symbols into my coruscating flesh

Remember just what you are
A Son of the Sun, an undying flame amidst the void
Shining nexus of thought and action
A body of unfettered Will, of uncaged Love

In a world of fear and loneliness, alone the monolith has stood
A monument of shining Individualism and self-determination
A pillar atop the highest peak of the Self
Out in the far reaches of oceanic turmoil

I have waited half a life, a life alone
To rise from the tar pits of my own making
To emerge as a field of stars, an idio-galaxy
Unleashed upon the frailness of my former being
To damn the fear and loneliness of yester-I
To the realm of the distant, forgotten void

M.M.

"Not quite the effacement of face"

Not quite the effacement of face
But the eroding of a once-weathered man
Stepping from pebble to mountain
From mountain to tetherless aether
Slipping through the masterwork of time
Its machinery and its machinations
Not quite here; not quite there
But ever present ...much too present...

M.M.