As Ouroboros, beginning biting ends,
we satellite in
hope/despair.
Waiting is pretending to believe
we can stargaze
future into truth.
You and me; a space-time curvature —
a gravity of nebulae
across the parsecs
of this silenced room:
Will you dance with me?
Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration
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November 7, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Well, it ends well. Dancing always makes things better.
The title is quite evocative.
Each of the stanzas could be a in themselves. I wonder could hope or despair survive without each other? Would we know the depths of either without first tasting the other.
Waiting as pretending, instead of doing something about it. Someone has to walk across the dancefloor and ask the question/take the risk…or there is never
the dance.
…waiting is pretending to believe…and then a space-time curvature….you and me, pretending to believe…Perhaps “will you dance with me?” is the greater question here? Shall we pretend to believe, or shall we join in movement together and be? Much to think about with this one, Bjorn.
That is the kind of time/space curve that we can aspire to—the humble human one. I’ll be content with that.
Sometimes the dance is all there is. perhaps it doesn’t matter what we believe.
That curvature wraps us in a garment of mystery. There is so much we can’t fathom. It all makes us sense how small we are and joy is to be found dancing here in the present moment.
I love the way you hid words inside of words.
Our “O” borrows.
We sat, elite in .. ho-pee/De’s pear. (hee hee; just kidding)
You and me … a gravity of never-lie / a-cross the par sex.
Then at the end, I see “silenced room-will” (or maybe you’re talking to a guy named Will). But it could be that the room is death (because of the will that’s been written). I think the speaker is taking the life of a cancer patient when he asks, “Will you dance with me?”
I liked the link between waiting and pretending and the link between dancing and stars.
Of course, I’ll dance with you as I make my way along this space-time curvature . Well done Björn!
Lovely!
Nice Bjorn! “a gravity of nebulae across the parsecs of this silenced room”… wow! beautiful writing sir.
Absolutely lovely!
A harmonious dance! Beautiful image-crafting!
Waiting is pretending to believe? Searching for the truth beyond death is there life. Will you dance me into the light? Yes, I would dance under the stars believing time is “now”…
Ps Bears should always dance under the stars…look closely to the right in the red area, do you see the bear?
You’ve got us going in circles pretending to believe we are in a silenced room. I hope not, but your writing is phenomenal!
“we satellite in hope/despair” what a poweful image!
I can see the stars dancing.
Very nice write – and with those vast distances, it’s a miracle anyone finds anyone else.
What a thought provoking line:
“Waiting is pretending to believe
we can stargaze future into truth”
Your words shimmer like the stars in the image!
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Oh yes, dancing with stars or dancing with the one you love –
‘…a space-time curvature —
a gravity of nebulae
across the parsecs’.
Wonderful, Bjorn!
Yes!!! What a wonderful piece. Right from your first words to your list!
Yes. A celestial waltz of hope.
across the parsecs
of this silenced r
Will you dance with me?
There is so much to discover and to share up in the heavens and even on the dance floor
Hank
Familiar lingo indeed, feels homey here. Stargazing future into truth makes interesting reading, since, in a way, we are looking at the stars’ past, not even their present. Curvature of spacetime … and now in real particles. Exciting era for science. 😉