Ancient Greek Mythology, Poem by BW Derge called "The Distance Between Stars" from "The Sun Will Eat You Too" (2024)
The Distance Between Stars
It carries itself,
No need to apologize.
You wouldn’t believe me
Anyway,
The words no longer work.
It’s a futile endeavor…
Caring for nothing,
It carries itself closer:
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We’re useless when it comes to infinity
Nothing matters but the distance
Between stars-
We’re alone
In this cold spot of our universe-
Futility breaches arbitrary realms
In quantum space-
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The tight ego grips attempt
To clutch the meaning
Which inevitably slips away
Into the Void-
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Let it go as this, too, will pass away
To become a speck of Antimatter,
Which explodes quickly
And then fades away into Tartarus
Until the waves flow back to Styx
And then Hades waits
With Persephone, grinning,
Welcoming the tearful soul back
To the Underworld…
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Floating in the futility
That is at least honest now
And not decorated
With presumptuous armor-
Pallas puts his sword back
In the sheath
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To join Atlas in his lofty burden
To hold the sinful world in place
So that all who walk the Earth
Either collapse into traps
Of desire’s endless riddles
Or lose their way
To the disgrace and dismay
Of a fleeting heart
Escaping the logic prison cell
In an awful calculating brain
That sterilizes passion
Until Eternity swallows
The whole world
Again, attempting to steer
Elsewhere to altering outcomes
But it’s useless.
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The Heart fled far away-
Is even Love noneffective
When faced against infinities?
The Clock eats
Permeated hadrons,
Unleashing dark energy
From carbon ash,
And the mother is separated
From the infant’s cage.
While her rage,
Born from helplessness,
Does little except push
Our galaxies apart,
Defying Gravity
Until there is nothing left
But the interstellar medium,
A cold and empty fulcrum
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Ananke upon Her throne,
Waiting patiently,
Should Chaos give way to Themis,
We’ll rejoice and dance
Before our Nemesis shoves it back
Into the cage.
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The father,
The swift Nighttime sadness,
Consumes thousands of Oceanids
To remind Poseidon
Who truly rules these choppy tides-
Doris may weep
For her fallen sisters,
But the madness of Nyx
May catch her, too.
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From our floating souls
In the Underworld’s throes,
We know there is no hope left.
The threshold is surpassed.
There is no going back.
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All that there is
Left to do
Is swallow the hot coals,
Heated by Pride,
And let go of the past
For the beauty of Mnemosyne,
The divine glow of memory
Was never meant to last.
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It’s useless
When it comes to infinity.
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Learn about the Distance Between Stars and the Intergalactic Medium (IGM)
by BW Derge
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Poem was originally written in 2019
