Jenna Kober

Sonata Pathétique (Standard Candles)

Jenna Kober

I. Grave -- Shakespearean Sonata Stare up at the starry, starry sky, outside, on any (or every) given night; raise your hand to eye level and you black-out

A section of the darkness. And, too, block-out of your view the twinkling lights; no fewer than

ten stars that now explode with the same brightness as ten thousand stars which are unexploded. Supernovas – phenomenal pyrotechnics

The best universe has to offer; a display freely hidden, masked by tips-human.

II. Adagio Cantabile -- Rondeau Prima Materia non est in principio creavit The stuff of matter, is baked naked in kilns. Every atom of your nails, of your fingers -really, in your entire body -- is shaped thusly

The elements of universal matter i.e. N, O,Li, & Fe, all, products of such spectacular shows. Materia non est in principio creavit The stuff of matter, is baked naked in kilns.

Materia non est in principio creavit -- the stuff of matter, is baked, naked in kilns. The ceramic nature of your right hand, came, hardened from a separate Supernova than the dust comprising your left hand did -the stuff of matter is exploded in starry endings.

III. Allegro -- Italian Sonata Never forget that you are here because of the kindness, the sacrifice, of stars. Maybe there’s something poetic about stardust lacing the bones of all humanity

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Perhaps, there’s a deeper lesson within the uniquely supermassive power of black-holes. In the end, we are all of much more than all of which you may think that you are.

After all, in Principio, we all have been borne, ashen-clay, by bloodstreaked wombs; the archaic remnants of galaxies’ dying suns’, but too, Love, never forget, because you are here, then that is far from all of which you know you are.

Jenna Kober

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