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๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ

by John Grey



The core of my belief is quiet

as the stars less mish-mashed fare โ€”

but thereโ€™s still a sun-shower,

an Einstein cross,

a radio galaxy,

to shift it from its comfortable mean.


The core of my belief

is an iterant track fitfully enclosed

in alpha and omega,

fantasy occasionally made factual

by comets, or lonely rolling skittering meteors.


The core of my belief

is a stealth rocket, silent cocoon,

that tiptoes around the galaxy โ€”

red streaks, blue corona, abound

and my head, encouraged to love science,

finds it can even adore what it will never know โ€”

grey-purple planets, indigo moons,

quasars as abundant as pokeweed in an Earth marsh;

a narrow-gauge dream

has become a fully-fledged wonderment.


The core of my belief

can have redshift sources,

a supernovaโ€™s bite,

can evolve along spectral lines

or explode into being.

no compromise.


Amazing new sights strike down

so much old teaching.

The core of my belief

is that thereโ€™s no one core.



John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review, and Connecticut River Review. Latest books, Leaves On Pages and Memory Outside The Head are available through Amazon.



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