The Poetic Universe

Very large compilation of universal investigations of being and the Cosmos. A few color illustrations.

The ‘false’ and melted vacuum was liquid energy—
Unstructured, unordered, and going nowhere,
But, then, inexplicably, it ‘fell’,
As from a kind of ‘shelf’…
Whirling, twirling and swirling inward
Until there was no more inward left.

It ‘thought’ that its future could never be,
That its quality was but written
On the water and the wind
With a feathery quill,
Whose ink was the smoke and fog
Of a shimmering dream.

Then it died… like the Phoenix.
And thus it crystalized, frozen,
Into our structured ‘true’ vacuum…