Quicksands Of Gamma

Throughout the woven passageways leading into that faraway

A single travel of thousand year speed would only see mist and spray

Around it turns, suns burn in the reach of its spark, and the spiral will sway

All of a fast moving sphere, all folded in dark, and all so clear

Giant cloud forms in opposite spiral under the other, being of unknown size

Long passing to another distance that cannot be seen with any scope of eyes

Like a deep cave in suspended core-glaze, in blue rays, eruptions ablaze

A distance quite inconceivable but the beauty all too believable

 

Dark forlorn grounds of outside moon that held no freeze or heated extreme

Stretched past orbital connection and solar reflection in the glows of far off gleam

A galactic disc throwing back light in isolated quavers formed in a dense whole

Absorbing moon that strayed, a measured part small, the rest was unknown

The pulse, a beat so vast, a wave of expansion, a turning so fast

And with that there was not only one way, but many gone past

Up toward deep blue sky, unlike day, unlike night, a billowing cloud rose

So thick was the outer layer that a giant archer could stand under its slopes

The grounds held no quiver, and archer gave way as a mere silent gate and song

The endless clarity beneath a tepid vapor has been immensely prolonged

Out on center spin pulses race unseen from below, rarely to flutter, never to slow

Taking in light years in a single flow, and yet only to utter the reddish aglow

 

Reaches that can be detected of every single layer wound in velvet leaf

Staring down from impossible heights while velvet sands lie underneath

Still while the passage to this point flew past so much in black path

Unnumbered shape-scattered mass adjusting to quasar's flames of wrath

Out of invisible streams of the finest dust there will follow more

Toward Gamma globular clusters wrapped of darkness with weightless core

The sands of under layers beneath galaxy's disc, the grains suns have sown

Expanded far beyond their tone, in a swarm, vast and unknown

 

Before coming upon the pull of pulsar's light, each turning beam is open

Vaporous globes bellow and sigh, but of Gamma, a passage is spoken

Wide arms envelope like splashes of white frozen blankets of designed coils

Drawn into a flame we can only imagine, only guess the raging boils

And the grains each have their own density and partly cover this expanse

Slowly shifting to and fro until a certain point where they wildly advance

Always drifting into oblivion and reaching another far off beyond

Uncounted for the beginning is multitude, concealed and foregone

 

The focused giant mass that soars beyond the uttermost overhead

It's difficult to know the center of the storm for an endless spread

Wherever the consuming core lies, anywhere is within storm's eye

But calm continues and out on solar tracts, harmony continues by

Hiding the under-layer of quicksands below galaxy's disc, a top side sand

Though remnants their beauty so fragile you dare not reach out your hand

Still the layers wound in smoothest circles round crystalline star-made branch

With great speed stars whip by in linear trails which fade into spiral avalanche

Like a revelation of heaven's mass, universe's formidable mixtures pass

From under dark grounded grass, there's still element of crystal glass

 

Frictional sparks thrown out so far from all this way seems a single flare

Aimlessly falter in such that is dim, suddenly Gamma enhances the glare

Close to each of the spinning orbs one can feel the intense energy

And looking toward the direction they go seems an uncertain destiny

Gazing over the long dark space that reaches no end, they'll pulsate

And from Gamma once again was their glowing complete, ever their fate

Perhaps from every corner of darkness there can be heard its pulse

In moving parts of chaotic worlds' starkness, solar realms waltz

But out beyond the giant sphere of mass density is where they're bound

Floating so long in the comprehension of time that no eon is to be found

 

In all of the nowhere endlessly the sight never loses its wonder

For in the whole of its majesty there could never be any number

So now in the trails of frozen void, the beauty of Gamma is unspeakable

On ways and courses that appear ahead, nowhere calculates as unreachable

And the traveler seeks what the travel itself beckons of traveler's view

Going further on the quicksands awaken dormant specks of red color hue

Weaving through fixed light made up of multi shades of violet plumes

Long funnels of designed matter stretch over rolling proportional fumes

Forms of cloud hover over mounded top bringing a sprinkling of downpours

Whereas a dry wrapping of heat is magnified to surround their very course

Below, the unknown solid landings of Gamma are exceedingly churning

From all corners past its expanding, all paths are toward it turning

 

Outer ice drifting amid large fragmented rock that once had form

Matter that had been crushed by hurled giants as debris from a storm

Through an almost endless series of great drops and sheer, terrific falls

A tremendous crashing stirring is almost silent before nebular walls

Reaching again far into outer frozen webs and inner clustered mass

Upon each side dances strange characters of nameless dust and gas

Where all was aflame from afar now seems only a dense glowing

While still the sands swell up and out into a distance of no showing

Ahead there may be seen formations circled beginning to unfold and open

Their slow moving makes no witness of fragile cover that seems broken

And whatever could be their guide stands clear in the utmost of all powers

For never could there be a pool so wide that galaxies are scattered showers

 

So unlike anything of solar origin and yet an equivalent of all planetary

The rays of Gamma pull with such a force that its core seems imaginary

The blanket of stars position at random as if deepening wraps inside greater trails

Far off surface begins to tear apart and pull into further cracks under vapor sails

And out on unbounded plane there shines a reflection as if by a sun

However it is clearly only an illumination of stellar creations begun

At zero and zero minus, layers bounding through currents in a sea of space

Out beyond the scope of this other side that may lead to Gamma's face

Soft light twinkles hiding the true density, and moon worlds draw in turns

Starlight of unknown immensity, small to that which Gamma churns

 

Ever the planes expand and appear to strain further to awaiting shores

Until finally Gamma's surface directly engulfs all the eye explores

A darkness surrounding the mass in thin, breathless whispers of cold

But no quiver is detected from the soft velvet grounds as sands enfold

Accumulating around tiny spores are airy fragments in magnetic suspension

And the vastness of Gamma becomes at this point all of every dimension

Negative energies of what used to soar, now lie quiet as dust from before

Like a cauldron of seething force, all filters through the very core

 

Under a mind-boggling depth the levels down continue and grow warm

Within a complete passing of Gamma time do the softer crusts start to form

Then does the wave of dense flame heat an element used of pulsar speeds

And of pulsar each turn expands in swollen cloud echo, and its signal impedes

To every star off away so very far, was Gamma's call and pulsar's warning

The boiling pools in Gamma, of all its sands, massive grains are swarming

 

Upon whatever form still of original size, the ice no longer exists

Broken up and melting beyond any water vapor that could persist

Roots of strange ancient growth are climbing ever far above in the dim

A darkly furnace now becomes a vast space of itself, a place of the grim

Any chill element, every cold lair, has no meaning of this great fiery sea

Woven into such granular metric hair, element broken down atomically

 

A field of systems outside the field of the sands that steadily hold dramatic steam

Weave around the events and trap no measure of time to go unhindered like a dream

But dead matter traveling on as if the consuming fires of Gamma were their destiny

With no doubt it will be different, changing within Gamma's raging intensity

The entity that is this force having the intelligence that clouds wrung round it race

A solid realm that treads like an intricate lace, the dark red core is ever set ablaze

The very core shifts by stars in tremendous mass past knowing, in nova's deluge

Down below Gamma's grounds of velvet-leaf is death's last and only refuge

For all the journey it would take, all these sands out on galaxy's wake

May never reach beyond Gamma's stake, for beyond time it would take

 

So in verse, in poetry I have found a way to tell of great and unfathomable things

I know not how every end will be, I have questions bouncing off Saturn's rings

Reaching the point where sands of matter begin their rolling tide

Pass the endless scope of Gamma's sphere until at last gone through

Gamma's massive side

 

©Iggy 1998