orbs

                                                           forget the stars
                                                         in their tangled sky
                                                   coupled hotly in profusion
                                                     clouding gravity's illusion
                                                                baryon slamdance
                                                          in a half-integral spin
                                                    on unbound confusion
                                                               with fusion







                          waves of
                    gamma brilliance
                kiss your face
              compelled to choose
             the fall from grace
              into the
                purgatory
                    of those
                          ebon orbs






Carrie Berry
1996