Showing posts with label ours. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ours. Show all posts

Friday, June 18, 2021

Relativity

 



This

    hour

Our

His-Hers-For-

                ever

lost love

In

(time)

        spaces squeezes

warps-distorts-skews

One plus One

is Nothing 

if one is taken away.

When divided 

           remains one


Doesn't matter 

              place-

holders or containers

for counting

in circles

and talking 

more or less

one share

of the pi.  

As soon as 

                   circumferences

can be drawn

like conclusions,

no connections

could be made

                  around

the pull, repulsion,

                  tension

of 

dark matters

held whole and balanced

         by the space

between

then and Now. 



Image info:

English: About 1,600 light-years away, in a binary star system fondly known as J0806, two dense white dwarf stars orbit each other once every 321 seconds. Interpreting x-ray data from the Chandra Observatory astronomers argue that the stars' already impressively short orbital period is steadily getting shorter as the stars spiral closer together. Even though they are separated by about 80,000 kilometers (the Earth-Moon distance is 400,000 kilometers) the two stars are therefore destined to merge. Depicted in this artist's vision, the death spiral of the remarkable J0806 system is a consequence of Einstein's theory of General Relativity that predicts the white dwarf stars will lose their orbital energy by generating gravity waves. In fact, J0806 could be one of the brightest sources of gravitational waves in our galaxy, directly detectable by future space-based gravity wave instruments.

Dated June 2005

Credit: Tod Strohmayer (GSFC), CXC, NASA - Illustration: Dana Berry (CXC)

Sunday, December 24, 2017

(H)ours


He took all the credit for green lights and always finding just the right words,
simply sitting there waiting for him, dutifully, right
where she left them.

He had a knack, he knew shortcuts.
Her mind went both ways,
of him, to her, for him, for them and then
perhaps she never said it in the first place,
since it was always his ideas
that she will be thankful for later.

There is a debt to be repaid for a life saved,
there is monetary value in a useful thing,
and a proper place 
she had never seen,
until he showed her the way
and locked the door on his way out
expecting her to be where he left her 
whenever he returns in need
of more perspective, flavor and wit.

But one day she was gone.
He found her 
empty of all things, she was smiling
with a faraway stare
and he felt anxious about his loss
not knowing any more about keeping places and sharp turns of phrase. 




Painting by Frans Hals, 'Portrait of a Man' c. 1650 in [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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