Space is where we put Utopias.
Where Paradise Lost, was first in space.
Where else can hope, for better there-after, be put?
In the mirror, I see myself in space,
over there, where I am not, cack-handed.
My shadow tails me every where,
bending my space-time dimensions
with guilt and dark matter.
The cemetery is space-in-common,
for tombstone pyramids with tickets
in time-capsules to after-life in space.
Space is a mesmerising conundrum!
A vacuum never ever filled to continuum.
A waste of space for storing
dream-catchers caught napping.
Nothing to lose if lost.
Imagine?
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Paradise Lost is a text which contains cosmic themes, and the historical evolution of the understanding of space as "a distance between two separate points" to space as "the firmament beyond the Earth's atmosphere".... from 'Mythic Qualities of Space and Time in John Milton's Paradise Lost' - https://macsphere.mcmaster.ca/bitstream/ 11375/12303/1/fulltext.pdf
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Comments1
Space is there for all of us, as many on this site know I will be waiting for you all at the edge of the Universe so that we can all move into a new life beyond the Universe.
Andy
Thanks for the invite. Cheers
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