A Space-age Soliloquy

Poetry

By Mark Fuller Last updated Mar 1, 2023

A Space-age Soliloquy

Contemplating one’s end
creates a curious blend
of ennui and trepidation

wondering if truth’s
transfiguration
will result in pleasure or pain

reverting to a plume of energy
that far-fetched mathematics
struggles to explain

in a world of probability
where dark matter lays claim
to greater unknowns

entangled, multidimensional,
faster than the speed of light
consuming all but darkness

I’ve no idea why I am here
spouting words like Hamlet
skull in hand, standing on the sterile sand
of a planet’s former seashore

dangling like a puppet on a string
determined to explore
this incomprehensible thing called life

Poem

Mark Fuller

Mark Edward Fuller (1956), was born in Britain but has spent most of his life in Amsterdam. He fell in love with the city at first sight on a dismal winter’s day.

“I found the freedom to be myself in Amsterdam, a feeling that has never left me in almost 40 years of living here. It determined my career as a journalist and my role as a father.”

Fuller describes his poems as “quirky and political." He loves the music and rhythm of rhyme as well as the battle to bring truth to the page.

"Poetry sustains the brain and the heart.”

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