Ricepaper and ink, 13” x 13” Framed

Fur ball genesis

By Zachary Wardell

Every line leads to a star

in an infinite universe,

yet voids and dark matter

occupy the night sky.

I look to where nothing shines  

and pine for a glimmer. 

Shapes constellate 

through a flock of clouds.

A circle of mythology, 

a house in each sector,

attempts to divine meaning

from spacetime synchrony.

My paradigm wobbles

like a host star pulled 

by exoplanets in their 

invisible dance.

The hair of the dog coughed 

from Schrodinger’s cat.