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Night sky of my mind
Like the Milky Way
Stretching infinitely back
In vast chains of trailing beacons –
A fiery synaptic symphony of spirit
Each holding, forever cherishing,
A moment in ancestral time, unique
In learning, in collective memory.
Lights reach back far beyond
My gift to see.
I sense their presence,
An initial spark, a warm glow
Flashing like electric current
Tensing, pulsing neural passages.
No candles behind me,
No expired, blackened embers,
But vital quavers from a deeper
Bygone past, forging
A present, a future for me,
For mine, for others.
Night sky, starry, so vast…
Held miraculously
In nine inches of cranial space.
Our synapse chains, they say,
Can circumnavigate Our Planet
Sixteen times or more
Without breaking?
Now mine reach out
Along the entire Milky Way!
Just so powerful is our primal bond
With Mother Earth, with Time.
Night sky, infinite spirit,
Feed my future dreams,
My present.
Light the flame
That binds me to others,
And bonds others to me.
Paul Ballard
August 15, 2014
Scoglitti, Sicily