Lament aught

Twelve fold destination,

fascination,

inclination to be

all the rest

of each and all,

the buried,

married

and thin carry all.

What it was today,

is today,

not to say

that Im walkin away,

from this world I see

encompassing me,
for in my perception

there is connection

there is resurrection.

~MAP~

A Luminous Blue Variable catches your gaze. Drifting into nebulatic dreams your focus of attention is now scattering through the cosmos.

In the Variable star you glean the visage of an eleven hundredth fold pop. Center. Magnitude, incomprehensible.

Within what you conceive as a mere second occurs on a heavier time scale in a place you have yet to experience.

A resonant pulse rattles your guts and though frozen in an aware and subjective state you still feel its energy. Then a darkness consumes the blue variable, sweeping through the atmospheric weight banded skin of magnetically licked flames the Blue Variable sucks itself into a white singularity and within that same moment BURSTS through the universe!! You are enclosed within the feathers of an expanding super supernova and suddenly in the tidal wave of the cosmic event your eyes truly awaken to the sight. You stand in awe and security, blessed by the insubstantial station your writer has written for you.

Then you turn the board around and surf the hypernova.