Cauldron

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Dec 19, 2018

Black holes
spinning.
Radiation 
pulsing.
Explosions
Exploding,
elements
created.
Gravity.
Gravity 
collapsing.
Collapsing 
the brew.
Creations
cauldron, mixing
coalescing
creating.
Creators 
spark ignited.
Ignited 
it all.
Violent.
Creations,
violence.
Violent beyond
comprehension.
Mixing.
Creators
ladle
furiously 
mixing.
Finally.
Finally it
moves,
twitches.
Out of the
cauldron,
out of the
violence 
delicate 
life emerges.
Born out
of flame.
Born out
out radiation.
Born. 
Miracle.

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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 20, 2018 at 10:16am

Wow!...I felt that I was in a spin dryer reading this poem....that's how to describe a black hole....brilliant!...

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