The
Creative
process
explodes, evoking awe
and rapt
attention from those in orbit
drifting,
too distant to be felled by the
magnitude
of the unfiltered event.
Affected
nonetheless.
At its
core, continuous consumption,
its mass
seething, elements erupting,
eroding
even as its output
collides
with recipients supervenient,
altered,
if not converted.
Some
observers, basking
in
agreement, or bristling
in
confrontation, ponder meanings,
weighing
them out in zeptograms,
parsing
them to inconsequence.
Sometimes,
an atom of truth and
a tenet
of ignorance collide,
obliterating
a yoke of oppression,
energy
released into ACTG chains,
altering
the outcomes,
coming
home. Life, but a new form,
exposing
myths, annihilating ignorance,
evolving
inexorably toward chaos,
exploding
again, lighting up the next generation,
millions
of millennia from now.
Francis
Hicks
The author writes poetry and short fiction
which give him great pleasure and on occasion insight into how things really
are. His poetry and short fiction have won awards. His poetry is included in
the anthology The Way The Light Slants. He is a member of The
Writer's League of Texas and The San Antonio Writer's Guild.
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Poetry