A Being of Emptiness

November 15, 2016
By 17eldridgea BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
17eldridgea BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
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Looking up the night sky was an endless reverse orb
Filled with untold wonders and beauty.
It holds the story of the beginning and the end.
Once It even looked down to see a young boy dance around a fire
Wearing nothing but a loincloth.

It holds a tight grip on nothing
Only sometimes loosening slightly for asteroids to pass through
Staring on and on through dark shades, It watches the world unfold
And longs to reach out,
To touch its surface and feel the dirt between its toes,
But oxygen shoves it upwards.

One day, some wished to reach towards It.
Those few soared upwards through space and mind
To reach for It
Even though they could not grasp It.
They still went.

Brilliant flames brought life and death.
It cried bits of flaming metal back to the earth
No one would ever try again.
Hope told them otherwise.

Even now the kind twinkle longs for followers
Of darkness.
Not of man’s darkness that is scared,
But of Space’s darkness which is breathtaking.

The author's comments:

Each Stanza is a different point in history. The first is of the native american time of looking up and nameing each star in the sky. The second is of the supression of Science around Galileo's time. The next stanza is the Apollo Missions and Lunar Landings. Then the Challenger Disaster. And Finally the Future. I wrote the piece because of an interview with Hans Zimmer in which he said that he wrote the main theme of Interstellar not about space, but the people in the space.

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