Ghenya on Typhoeus

‘Bigger than a mountain?’ She laughs.
‘A planet – a solar system, even –
would have been no more than a twinkle in its eye!
Imagine the Horsehead Nebula…
No; the Crab Nebula with the Horsehead attached:
made, not of hydrogen and other such dust –
which for all the ferocious speed of an exploding star
progresses no faster through the interstellar medium
than a trout through treacle –
but, rather, of a maelstrom of iota’ – and here she pauses,
her eyes aflame with this memory-vision, ‘or, worse,
zeta-tachyons raging through this vast volume;
virtual interactions giving rise to Cherenkov bursts,
a glittering array of photonic detonations.
Its eyes a billion burning, glaring white holes –
One eye glances at you, reads your thoughts, your life;
And, in less than a blink, dismisses you –
Seeing everything; missing nothing.
And its hands…’
She stops. Shudders. Smiles wanly, no longer eager
to discharge this description to me.
But I am eager. I am unafraid to hear of a monster
I will never meet, never believe in. ‘Go on!’ I urge.
‘Tentacles of tumultuous, chaotic energies; riots of colour.
An infinity of inquiring, coiling, slithering, swiping arms
Questing so rapidly they rupture space in their wake
Leaving real-imaginary after-images in your mind.’
Again she stops, silent now on this subject.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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