CauldronA Poem by E.J. Waling
Black holes
spinning. Radiation pulsing. Explosions. Exploding, elements created. Gravity. Gravity collapsing. Collapsing the brew. Creations cauldron, mixing coalescing creating. Creators spark ignited. Ignited it all. Violent. Creations, violence. Violent beyond comprehension. Mixing. Creators ladle furiously mixing. Finally. Finally it moves, twitches. Out of the cauldron, out of the violence delicate life emerges. Born out of flame. Born out out radiation. Born. Miracle © 2018 E.J. Waling |
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Added on December 19, 2018 Last Updated on December 19, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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