Milky Way
Rare soot
lengthening into
the vacuum stream
between stars.
Even more rarified, it lulls in
ghostly formations
merging on the horizon,
thicker where they combine,
overlapping bubbles, hotter
through the closed door.
Nested motions
with no net-motion
overall, a scribble
undulating, still frozen
in this position
of constricted movement.
Blue shifts, red shifts,
equal, loosely wrapped
transient by compression
wave of rotation
a surprising conflict,
rising instead of slowing,
no sharp edges,
rotation stays high
at the visible edge
and beyond, plunging
expectations only
collected by elimination of
violence that proceeds
the sucking hole.
But not so much the mystery matter
floating in free space,
a momentary amplification
that has ruled out house-objects,
tiny objects
because there is no diffused dim glow
only weakling interaction
of symmetric twins
mine shafts
ultra pure
mass but no light
in the space between.
A dramatic effect
a thin gruel
deviant light, distorted
delicate filament clusters,
ragged dusty lanes
chopping the whole field.
A congestion of information,
ingesting matter, and again
the whole of the swirling stars.
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Copyright © by Allison Grayhurst 2025
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First published in “Winamop” December 2025
https://www.winamop.com/ag2500.htm
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