Leviathans of the Void

Christopher Hivner

The spiral arms of a galaxy

reach for my craft

as I pass at the speed of light,

spitting violent comets

to trap me in the tails.

The secret of space travel                    

is already mine,

now to demystify

the leviathans of the void,

the mighty galaxies

spinning on their black holes

like ancient vinyl albums

on a dusty turntable,

producing blue giants

and uninhabitable planets at will

until the night sky                                                   

from the surface

of a rock in space

is a highway of cloudy light

leading us backward,

deeper and deeper

into the past.                                      

I will travel the expansion

in my flying machine

to understand

the discs of stars,

until I see the beginning

before the end.