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His Hand's Afoot! A Poemic-flection



Explosiv-isness. God's-afoot!
Old Toaster popping wise;
A burned up slice of life until...
Synapses' fireworks' smokes
Cascaded "pillow-Pows" will
Up-vent firecracking, "wows"
Sky's pronoun(ce)mications
index finger sayin "higher still"
Blacken-voidish denim canvas
Sistine like, frescoracle, a trill,
A destiny, a dubble helix sleep
 Ahhh! Delphi truths-a-wonder
God's-afoot! Myst-tree flame-frill.

Tom Baca (2014 January)

About the PHOTO: April 6, 2009--A new x-ray image has revealed an unusual hand-shaped nebula that brings a whole new meaning to the expression "reach for the stars." NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory recently snapped this shot of energetic particles streaming from a pulsar—the rapidly rotating core left behind after a very massive star exploded as a supernova. Known as B1509, the pulsar is thought to be about 1,700 years old and lies roughly 17,000 light-years from Earth. The tiny pulsar is just 12 miles (19.3 kilometers) wide. But it is spinning so fast—it makes seven complete rotations every second—that the particles it spews have created a nebula spanning 150 light-years. The pulsar's rapid rotation likely helped create the nebula's odd shape. Its finger-like pillars appear to be transferring energy to a nearby gas cloud, which glows orange and red in x-rays.

It is remarkably small, but deserved a poem.




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  1. Deacon Tom BacaJanuary 9, 2014 at 5:29 PM

    I had not noticed but here is something interesting to you numerology buffs. The nebula itself is said to be only 12 miles across, remarkably small. Yet, it creates an explosiveness that spans 150 light years. 12 would be significant in biblical terms relating to the 12 tribes of Israel and perhaps the 12 Apostles. 150 would relate directly to the number of Psalms in the Book of Psalms. Beauty has proportional relationships that are not necessarily geometrically manifested.

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  2. UnknownJanuary 10, 2014 at 4:16 PM

    What an image; there are so many things possibly seen in the shapes and colors.
    What a poem; your word-weaving is almost as awesome and amazing as the nebula itself.

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    1. Deacon Tom BacaFebruary 5, 2014 at 3:44 PM

      Thank you Joanna. Someday, the words will be discovered. I, on the other hand, will be "dead as a door nail." :)

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