Mean Free Path
Published in Impspired Literary Magazine
poetry
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Dear Universe,

My son is roaring
in the disquiet audible
and inaudible frequencies

a glorious vibrating molecule
prancing across the southern sky
caterwauling at Sagittarius A.

Generating his own powerful electromagnetic
field of misdoubt
he is a beautiful magnetized maelstrom

holding on the brink of his own
supermassive black hole
humming to itself

in peaks and troughs
the infrared sound colliding
with my ears on this groaning planet.

​You will know him by his proximity
to nearby objects and
the cosmic ripples he creates

as relativistic jets crash against him.
He is his own direction
in the vastness of his space.

Dear Universe,
help him calculate a mean free path.
There is so much stuff to run into here.
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