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Comes the last allusion, now the final verse.
Rhythm rhyme and metre, the poem right up close.
Below’s the ending couplet, proceed along the row
One last word, two consonants divided by an o.
Run past the concluding upright, a prop
farewelled by some circle, a blot, a dot.
from which the mighty all
teeming, complex,
burgeoning, illusory
in a finely divided instant
is smeared on an inflating
balloon blown by
a small god
hyperventilating.
Image – ESA/Hubble; Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA/ESA Reposted for dverse, the poets’ pub where Lillian is hosting and has asked us to ‘look up’ to some of the remarkable Hubble telescope images. And here’s Paul Dempsey covering Wilco’s Jesus etc – ‘each star is a setting a sun’ (yes, it’s the Male Toilets, The Corner Hotel, Melbourne, June 16th 2013.)
Peter Frankis writes 
Nice peter. i like the dot of singularity.
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I have to admit, Peter, that I felt a bit out of puff after reading that, a bit of hyperventilating myself.
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smeared on an inflating balloon by a small god hyperventilating….hmmmmmm…
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I liked the idea expressed at the end: “blown by
a small god
hyperventilating”
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I do love anything from those small gods. It actually makes life simpler imaging the lesser gods.
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The last line, “a small god hyperventilating”. That was it! Great post.
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Thanks a lot.
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Very enjoyable, Peter. Really like the abrupt change in pace, the big bang, coupled with the change from poetic introspection to the universal view. For me, it’s a kind of sudden hopefulness, maybe how I see your teeming complexity. 😃
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