winds of strange

blowing this way
the winds of strange
before the end of day
content to derange
flying this path
the rays of bizarre
bringing your wrath
a transparent scar
touching this brane*
the hand of the stars
for all to contain
with transparent bars
falling this space
the beings of forever
a whole human race
faster but never

*Any of the extended objects that arise in string theory. A one-brane is a string, a two-brane is a membrane, a three-brane has three extended dimensions, etc. More generally, a p-brane has p spatial dimensions.

©2006 Hey Hey

This is so cool. I love how you keep things fresh; everyone has heard the phrase "the winds of CHANGE" so many times--would that we could ever feel them blow, that they would ever blow the Bush junta away--but I prefer your "winds of strange."

And, I learned something fascinating from your footnote! I love things like this.

Thanks so much for this, my dear friend. You make me want to write something good tonight, as you certainly have done.

Respect and solidarity! I love your work, and I know many others do as well.

Cheers and love,

+Stevie

Anyone can open a window,
Only the poet can see outside-

wow this was really good nice write it flowed perfectly and the last stanza wrapped it all up nicely
misty..