with Michael Lemonick
Looking out from ideas mistaken for eyes for one another
is time: a weird diamond
getting harder and full of emptier,
we are deaf ear tempters clenching diamonds because we come from black holes.
So suckingly drunk on ourselves. This is the meaning of sublime. Seeing only ourselves, spitting out diamonds
of ourselves for reality.
Folding water into so many holes.
Solding water. Solving, dissolving,
we are soil soldering the blackness of the hole inside us
but the search is far from over
20 quadrillion miles away lies a star more massive than our movie star sun, and orbiting that star is a diamond.
How it works is that
a Jupiter’s worth of carbon offers a gravity crushing itself into crystalline form
closer, further, closer, further.
In about five billion years or so
our God may become a white dwarf corpse
and our year only a little more than a movie:
two hours long if it doesn’t collapse forever, it becomes
a diamond. Big as a planet.
A diamond big enough to quench us.
Thomas Osatchoff has resided in many places throughout the world where he has had the opportunity to develop his perspective. Writing these words, he is in Berlin; while you read these words, he is in Malaysia.