On ‘Daylight’ Time

April 17, 2024

On ‘Daylight’ Time

I type and one word catches another’s tail as the other passes quickly,
underway to Wordsend.
Wordsend stands as a high cliff above,
watching the place that is no place,
found in every place…staring blunt into that place where all is bound.
That end place is one which words may not describe.
It is a blackness,
yes,
but to have blackness implies there is white.
If there is a thing,
a black hole,
a nothing,
there must also be a something,
a white fullness?

The black hole as described and known suffers no white.
I am thinking now of the giant whirlpool a black hole creates as it captures all creation,
the black hole allowing not a thing to escape.
Once inside the black hole,
we find no solitary confinement.
Each and all are swallowed with a full complement of brothers/sisters.
It seems,
in my mind,
that inside the black hole there can only be a terrific lightness?
A white to the hole?
All the light that ever was – shone in and could not shine out.
Interesting.
Also:
Light is a wave,
it has length,
it has time.
Were I to vibrate so fast,
I could brighten.
I vibrate slow.
I am dull.

Time is a vibration,
since vibration alone can record,
witness time.
Time becomes its own observer and does not exist separate from.
It takes time for a thing (wave?) to move from back to forth.
If vibration could not escape the black hole,
then time cannot.
So- time and light whirl in to the black-beyond-black but only cease to exist out here,
in space,
where there is still time,
still light.
It is still light at nine o’clock…