Soft Focus

This is not a beautiful poem...
These are my ramblings on Space  Time Creation...

Soft Focus

Pierce the veil
My igneous eyes
I want to
I have to see
More than what's
In front
Of me...
No...Gods
False
Frontiers...
Smoggy horizons.

There's a reason that seeks
Crying out loud
Existence
Define me.

We are born...
Life goes on.
Then season finale
Death...

After thousands of years
Has mortality evolved to this?

A comet streaks at lightning speed
Or just the light from it...
The universe cooks cosmic buns
In its cavernous oven...
Slow food for thought.

The scene
Is past...a setting from the day before the day before
What is seen
A smokescreen.

The Heavens that witness bore
To creation...
Our lives on this little planet
Lit by its small sun
Smart and absurd.

Perchance
People on a far away planet
In the future,
Are witnessing us now
From distant quadrants of
Future universes.

The heavens
render Time
Non sequitur
Space becoming a stage in motion
For Lord Chronos.

Temporal vision
Spatial abstraction
Tell me
Who designed
This grand deception?

Methinks thou art
Unduly shy
Come forward
Now
Take a bow.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2015