Scattering globular blobs-Physics as Prose and Ancestors Pop in 3
Yes it’s true-more elegant language could offer a better descriptive structural motif
but blob will have to do-
light or sound
is forced to deviate from any predictable pattern
when
we scatter pass
through
like Jedi’s and The People Who Can Go Anywhere-Nunnehi
globular blobs
orbs
hoops
moving energy
sure footed as deer
as elk
as mountain goat
slipping by the straights
on the cut through
pity poor
their
dulled point of view
the sackers who plunder and pillage
time is elastic in our village
so here’s to all you curly cues
diffusing the mirrors reflection
with your art and music and poetry
the round house resurrection
drifting into
Earths upper atmosphere
the old ones
scientists call-
population 111
the ancestors in the stars are too numerous to name
Particles Bubbles
Crystalline
Grandmother Two Crows
the effects of such
globular energies feature
on our sweetgrass path
we carry them on our backs
a
stellar
day blink evolution
interactions, and gravitational contractions
are
the labor pains of truth
leading to the core collapse of evil days and wicked ways
we can still rise
into the halo
up above
The Dog Road
we go longing for
total luminosity
and stories tell
stars can gain enough energy through gravitational encounters in dreams and visions
tidal prayers surging
pale embers singing
feeding
enough wild thyme
interactions
for us to escape the cluster entirely
and become the flowers of Heaven again

I’m obsessed with the cosmos. Ever expanding, there is shape shifting art out there.
Our ancestors have the best art gallery. ☺️