Cosmology.
Hold tight, for the world
is at full tilt tonight,
clocks cannot keep pace.
Solar systems scream asunder,
star clouds are a powder blast
of ancient light.
Hold fast to me, becasue
the universe is one long
shrapnel burst, out and away
from the heart. Up there,
the only contacts are collisions
of stars as they fly apart.
Or maybe stars are still,
like us, and it's the space
between them which explodes.
Michael Symmons Roberts.
from Corpus. London: Jonathan Cape, 2004. 63.
and so july in belfast begins...
g'night.
