—like the universe, every moment rushing
faster from the flare that birthed it
every moment some potential breaks
through the barrier into reality

the flare that birthed the poem was prayer
every moment either miracle or despair
responds to shape an expanding reality
that you keep getting smaller & farther from

god is either miracle or despair
reality is only the potential allowed to cross
the barrier, getting smaller & farther from
the space the prayer creates

reality is only the potential that has crossed
the barrier between prayer & miracle
or despair—the light we see until the flare passes
and the distant universe turns dark

  • I know that the universe is not expanding "into" anything, and that it's the space between objects that's increasing. This is just a starting place for a poem.