BUT WE HAD MUSIC
by Maria PopovaRight this minute
across time zones and opinions
people are
making plans
making meals
making promises and poemswhile
at the center of our galaxy
a black hole with the mass of
four billion suns
screams its open-mouth kiss
of oblivion.Someday it will swallow
Euclid’s postulates and the Goldberg Variations,
swallow calculus and Leaves of Grass.I know this.
And still
when the constellation of starlings
flickers across the evening sky,
it is enoughto stand here
for an irrevocable minute
agape with wonder.It is eternity.
1 comment:
Game me chills.
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