Saturday, June 17, 2023

Stars and their Remnants

 by Shaun Lawton



In the beginning we were perfect 
   with our skulls the shape of eggs
And we listened to the music of the spheres
we never knew we were dreaming
despite the uncanny appearance of our faces
   barely submerged below the surface
of an image trapped on a screen 
  as if gazing at a host of cameras 
that were recording the whole scene
and playing it back in overlapping sequences
 until its rendered in 3D 
  A holographic emergence
 with a film it has to play 
 which is the entire fully recorded
  history of the human race
 intact in one performance 
taking hours to play out 
  that tells the story of our pregalactic form 
expanding like a cell splitting into divisions
 congruent with the microchip cluster 
  each acquires to their own 
 like a myriad snowflakes and fingerprints
 no two were quite alike 
this quality of uniqueness 
 the most common attribute in the galaxy
  because it takes its shape from the constant force 
 it has been from the beginning
  a dorsal fin configuration preeminent 
   to radial symmetry subdivided from the pie
 expanding in the recesses of our own mind 
the one thing we happen to share 
  which we don't want to have to admit
 even to ourselves, could be the case 
  but on the face of it our individuality 
 evaporates along with the rest 
  of the quantum universe siphoning itself 
 back and forth both in and out of existence 
  in a blinking state of awakened beings 
cycled in an infinite figure eight mobius strip 
the thermodynamic principle upon which
 the electromagnetic motors of creation 
  pass along the triggering current 
arriving in their multiplicity of waves 
  so here we are much further away 
from the start than we'd ever imagined before
 making it in a world on the verge of boiling over 
with accelerating change to the point its quaking
 under this pretense we begin thinking 
about the stars and their remnants 
to which we end up belonging 
  while the motion picture of our lives
 flashes inside our mind in an effortless 
gesture disarming the fascist affront 
with united civic resistance paving
 the way forward for the benefit 
of our progression into the distance
  only going to show which ends up 
being the case doesn't really matter 
so much as the belief we hold
 well and fixed foremost in mind




Friday, June 16, 2023

Crossing the Sidewalk

by shaun lawton  

In the unfolding blossoming 
of the vacuumed nectar
  of the deepest recesses in outer space 
 a galvanic mass that counters the turbulence
  and can pass for the mask of a face 

  Peers in leering disorder 
above in the stormy skies
    cast from the reflection 
off a rippling rainbow 
  escaping a spectrum of shattered supplies 
 irradiating passing showers of renewal 

Caught constantly in between 
opposing forces
  in crucified harmony
 held on the throne 
 that not even all the wild horses 
  of the universe
 could have shown 

 A shining echo of a reflection 
  cast off a rippling lake long gone
 vanished in the wake of a memory 
 lulled into a sense of forgotten dream


Friday, April 19, 2019

Viewing a Breathing System

by  shaun lawton 



In the unfolding storm aroil upon the surface of Jupiter
We've captured enough images to paint a good picture
Of the turbulent expressions of its ever turning face 
What is our interpretation of the turmoil in its place?

Is it a pressurized planetary bladder chamber for ballast
In the complicated system of this gravitational dance
Not the trees in our skein but the lungs past the sky
Crowned by the other celestial organ factories' stance?

Could the whole solar system be its own living thing
To shed off its coating of dust and micro-particles
If creation itself isn't worth enough to be worshiping
Anyhow then why place your trust in some barnacles

Stop and take a deep breath then let it slowly exhale 
We're caught up in the rhythm and flow of a star 
That's power enough to last over a billion years
The difference of not truly knowing what you are

We're viewing a breathing system when we examine
The cosmos through the magnification of a telescope
Try and hold your breath for as long as you can manage
That's all the time needed to be held onto as a hope 

We see ourselves stand tall and true with arms akimbo
Heads held high with chins out as masters of our destiny
As we take the first steps of our dance around limbo 
And take a chance that our fate not get the best of me 

We're all breathing through the same viewing system
Each one lined up to be centered for the experience 
It's true up and down the line from microorganism  
To star itself the living heart fueling its deliverance