POEM: End Times

End Times
by Rekha Valliappan

“…and the illusion

Of end times.” –‘The Muse of Universes”, Alice Major

Space--
The same fixed polarity--
The same thrust of temporality

Time--
The quasi chasm of limbo that
Smokes, suspends, spins

Fractal symmetry of consequential loops
Reverse, repeat, blare plural sweeps
--in the interactive;

Between eons of twilight red ruddy
Stems, interlocking holes, dim dense
Magma congeal into dead dwarfs,
Overriding a zillion years.
--We dwell in maya

Shadow shift in Triads of Threes
Earth, Air, Nothingness
Create, Preserve, Destroy
Particle, Atom, Spark
Was, Is, Will Be--Abysses
In the void of ether--Other

Talk about dark swallowing matter
Talk about sound shattering echoes
Talk about time beyond radiance
Talk about binaries looping stars
Talk about souls’ series journeys
Talk about suns’ scattering light

That time never was,
That space never wants

Its flotsam of unfurled cosmos,
Unhinged blackness, collapsed
Densities of spitting infinity
Eased upon the turning point

The illusion being the reality
Branding contrail streaks
Riven by reverberation of
A vastness that ever was—is—
*Will be--*disappearing in dimensions,
To return ever—Now, repeat.

*
The End

Bio in Brief

Rekha Valliappan is an award-winning multi-genre writer of short stories, creative nonfiction and poetry. She holds a MA in English Literature from Madras University and a LLB (Hons) from the University of London. Her poems, prose-poems and haiku have earned her the Pushcart Prize nomination, Poem of the Week, and feature in various journals and literary magazines such as Ann Arbor Review, The Sandy River Review, Bare Hill Review, Orenaug Mountain Poetry Journal, The Wild Word, Spinoza Blue Literary Magazine, Boats Against The Current, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Presence, SFPA Eye To The Telescope Magazine, and other locations.