6.01.2015

Schwarzschild and Cassandra

https://www.flickr.com/photos/matthigh/2983549068

it is addressed thusly:

A vision.
it reads:
Cassandra, Cassandra did you tell
Did you compose the soliloquy well
The power of a star turned back, turned back
Schwarzschild solved the shadow script
Though the cave might be a crypt
And gravity knows no rest, no slack:

“The solar engine can scale no more
This size we saw – we saw before
Though light it may yet still produce
It cannot escape; the star turns black”

“The power,” she calls, “it must turn back
A man’s own weight does make the noose
Tighten – did Houdini claim
That he could win this swinging game?”

But dialectic’s magic failed here
For the words could only move a mind
Among the stars they did not find
Guess a letter – be chary, my dear;

G-non is dressed as Vanna White
The crowd misspeaks – the noose goes tight.

And beyond the spectacle's bright noise
The event's horizon: a shadow wall
Without light, a veil, a pall
Two converse in muted voice:
"Top-heavy, old Ozymandias fell
Cassandra, Cassandra, did you tell?"
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
Outside In Doom Horizon

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