Vast

Vast

Bleak blue skies multiply into black vaccum
Our pater noster elevator
Of ascent and descent
But the nascent joy all erased by
Pending ever poignant
Vacancy's imminence.
We are quietly bade adieu
To make space.

Into the universe's vast entrails
The cosmic limbs spatter our dry powdered blood
Into milky veins of blue streams, our frozen
Dreams
In hideous band rictus.

Life is the malignancy that
Multiplies without cure.
The cancer of the starry
Cosmos.

Where are our parents?
Our brave immigrant Grandparents?
Our Viking and pioneer
Ancestors?

Where are they but,
Beloved blue dust roaming space
Haunting you and me
By their bizarre act
Vanishing onto
Nothingness?

In the very act of loving
Our heart screams
Wailing shocked silence
It shall end.
Beloved dearly met,
We part, in vain
This unearthly closeness
Where vaccum seals us
Into Magdeburg's hemispheres.

The photographs on the wall
Corridor life's endless
Journey
Replicated pain of living,
Loving and moving on
Without destination.

The arid deserts
Of Hell, the  snug smugness
Of Heaven...would be less biting,
Comfort less cold.
Reincarnation almost makes
Sense,
Karma morphs into blessing.

The universal dust
Opens us up
Makes us release and reflect
its tints and shades
Attenuated for the sensory bliss
Of  sheer passage
Through moments
That are regurgitation
Of Time.

We are sentience.

Swallowed by God's gulp,
A big birthday binge, gluttonous
Clash and bang of inevitabilities,
A  far away crunching of every probable
Provable number
Remorseless and remote
Eventuality.

We are strangers
Making intimate love
Creating vessels
Of unutterably intense beauty
Singing passionate ode
To fragility...
One last sigh for breath denied,
In our passing.

© Amrita Valan 2015