Poem: Supernovae

How hungry these crowds of people make me
How their collected gravity coalesces and collapses
How their black hole of memory and weight
Make me yearn to reach out and fill them
With a lifetime of moments expanded unto eternity
With the words and sounds of my soul
Lost like light on the rim of their maw

I would be everything to them
Who are nothing to me in my mobbed solitude
Another speck of inwardly facing spark in a sea of personalities

What makes us so different from each other?
Are the boundaries of this flesh and the lines of this body
A Berlin wall between our hearts?

The dizzying prospect of unlimited time
Unlimited currency to spend and give
Is like a drug to an experience addict
One who longs to be not one, not two
But a million magnified stars
Swirling around their quasar father
Bleeding ever outwards to their eventual ends
An inevitable collapsing
As the decays of old age feed
Termite-like
On the structures and interstices of light
Until spark gives way to dark
And the resulting flash
The final farewell
Is seen, far brighter, by the hunger-inspiring crowds
A million miles away
(yet)
Right next to me in my end


Copyright 2006, Elijah Hubbard