it began as an idea
who knows how long it took to plan
before substance could mushroom from absence into the infinite
in one instant moment, the egg conceived laid fractured hatching
the pearly swarm emerges legs arms reaching out out outward
aluminous pudding spilling into the pool of blackness
the invisible surface now curving under mass
swirled by the unseen wind of gravity
all that there can be curdles into a scrim of far-flung strands
each particle wears a face
but in the rogue’s gallery of physics
mirrored in another somewhere on the other side of matter
the same car waits at the stopsign for the motorcycle
the same horse dreams under the apple trees

©1998 F.J. Bergmann

"Antimatter" appeared on November 2005.

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