A Few Feet From The Ground

My new sandals are magical, they
change the pavement and tiles when
making contact, making them heave in
sine waves, changing my walk into a
delightful emotional experience

My sandals make the world shine,
change me first into a nymph floating
above, then into a willow waving around in
the breeze while my bewitched feet do
the walking around, I could not stop

Went past the office building a few
feet from the ground, falling in love with
the sensation of breathing deeply with my
thoughts taking an enchanting hold of
my mind, swinging freely

Lost in my dreams…

Shapley Supercluster

Found a shapely theory: The Seven Samurai’s
Great Attractor was replaced by the more
massive Shapley Supercluster

In 2005 the X ray CIZA survey, Clusters in the Zone
of Avoidance, revealed the Milky Way is not drawn
towards the Great Attractor

But to a more massive region behind it, The Shapley
Supercluster, four times the distance to the Great
Attractor, 500 million light-years away

The CIZA team demoted the Samurai’s Great
Attractor to only a tenth of the mass
originally estimated

I feel quite deflated, though Shaply Super
is shapely enough in theory…


(IFA press release; Maggie McKee, New Scientist,
December 15, 2005; Kocevski and Ebeling, 2005;
and Kocevski et al, 2005).


http://www.solstation.com/x-objects/greatatt.htm

Black Matter Destination

It is not a problem, of course, the Milky Way is
still attracted by a heavy object in defiance
of the general Hubble expansion

It is a change of names and a location behind
the Great Attractor, the movement is the same
I am delighted that contrariness

Still marks the direction in which the Solar
System is taken while orbiting around the
Centre of the Solar System

Sitting tight in the Sagittarius arm, we are pulled
towards the Shapley Supercluster, a mysterious
Black Matter destination…


[Background information]

"In the 1980s, a group of astronomers known as the "Seven Samurai" (David Burstein, Roger Davies, Alan Dressler, Sandra Faber, Donald Lynden-Bell, Roberto J. Terlevich, and Gary Wegner) found that galaxies are very unevenly distributed in space, with galactic superclusters separated by incredibly huge voids of visible ordinary matter. The Great Attractor is one such structure, a diffuse concentration of matter some 400 million light-years in size located around 250 million light-years (ly) away in the direction of the southern Constellation Centaurus, about seven degrees off the plane of the Milky Way -- at a redshift-distance of 4,350 kilometers (or around 2,700 miles) per second. It lies in the so-called Zone of Avoidance, where the dust and stars of the Milky Way's disk obscures as much as a quarter of the Earth's visible sky."

(IFA press release; Maggie McKee, New Scientist, December 15, 2005; Kocevski and Ebeling, 2005; and Kocevski et al, 2005).

http://www.solstation.com/x-objects/greatatt.htm

Safe In My Sister’s Care

I have often wondered what real happiness would feel like,
when I saw my twin sister’s journal, I knew happiness at last
– a feeling like warm coffee enveloping one softly, a joyous
fulfilment, all life appearing joyously precious

Because she printed a few of my poems and glued them next
to pictures I love – of old English cottages, illustrations from the
Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady, quotations from Esther
Hicks- Abraham, all the things that sustain me daily

Seeing my thoughts safe in my sister’s care, hearing her saying
that her own dreams are fulfilled, is the highest happiness I could
dream of - though she frequently looses the mental frequency
which ensures access to sweet thoughts, she is on her way

To finding the joy she was born for, stop lamenting a past that she
mourns for; I cannot ask for anything else, trusting that she will
break free from a legacy of bad memories...

To Get Along

When my mother, sister and I get together, we
need the help of the Dog Whisperer to calm us
down, make the brain enter a calm submissive
state from overexcited and totally confused

when I say something, my sister gets angry,
when my mother does something, she grows
agitated, we seem to be in a permanent state
of frontal brain activity as if spinning within a

whirlwind when we share the same space, I
go into existential angst when they are with me,
disapproving of one another’s conversation,
acting like psychopathic schizophrenics

we had a great time today - sort of - but I wish
we could get the help of the Dog Whisperer to
help harmonise our wildly fibrillating and
fluctuating brain waves

and enter a happy, quiet, satisfied, meditative
state whenever we try to get along...

Friday Headache

A Friday headache – after getting angry, after venting
and blowing fire, I am still stuck with a headache, tired
after sleeping badly last night; ate something forbidden,
of course, just seemed right to experiment, I paid dearly
with feverish outbursts and inability to lie still, this mistake
is costing me today

I sent upbraiding messages to my foreign correspondent
because he is despondent, worried about pollution and
ecology - I was so worried when I was nine, it messed up
my youth - but when I saw that the problem of erosion
did not worry anybody else, I decided to bury the hachett
and get on with life

I am stuck in the office with a mind like a sieve, the words
in my text falling through, no countercurrent of equivalent
terms converting the French into English - I am eternally
hungry and no food can arrest the digestive problem, and
never eating fried chicken skin again, evil, crisp and brown –
gluttony truly is a deadly sin

Though it does not kill, it just makes my life a misery…

I Would Rather Be…

Thirteen pages of absolute nonsense,
pure propaganda without an ounce of
truth, crass materialism, prejudice, lack
of understanding and insight – and you
want me not only to read this junk, but
to translate it also?

I would rather be consumed by a legion
of ants, be stung by a myriad bees, face
a ravenous lion or a rabid dog, rather be
crucified or stoned to death, than read
and translate such stupidity, rather start
digging to find the Tibetan tunnels

Mentioned in Good Omens, meet hostile
aliens conducting strange experiments on
human victims, seek for the ancient under-
ground cities described by Von Däniken,
rather walk barefoot over glowing coals,
be stuck on the SS Eldridge ship of the

Philadelphia Experiment, moving in and
out of time, running the risk of deep freeze
as explained by the elusive Victor Allende,
rather fly over the Bermuda Triangle or
confront the Japanese Devil Sea, rather
be stuck on the moon or fall into

An interminable rabbit hole, than read and
translate this document; every time I look
at it, the skin on my head starts to shrink,
I would rather be skinned alive by the last
of the Mohicans, have my heart torn out
still beating while I am alive

In sacrifice by the ancient Mayans, than
work on this piece of utter stupidity…