a love letter to the Sun
A poem written for the Solana Scribes Hackathon 2024 for the Poetry track. The Solana Scribes Hackathon is a monthlong writing hackathon hosted by @LamportDAO, @heliuslabs, @SolanaCollectiv, and @SuperteamEarn.
Silence—
and then, a bang.
What does life taste like?
Spiked cold brew tonic, with
a dash of rainbow cupcake sprinkles.
We were floating objects in vector spaces
pulled together into orbit by
remote calls from a void, recorded
in a dance of 65 thousand beats per second,
immortalised by keys of a typewriter, dripping
words and art and song.
Outside the sky,
there is the universe; and outside
the universe, still
there is you.
Object Permanence, a collector of memories and time.
Like an orca whale of the sky,
star atlas mapping where we were
and how the moon, and paper giants crashed.
Still, there is you.
Light my fire, perfect stranger.
Whisper to the star domains,
and let every bird, ape, bear, penguin, gecko,
critters, and monsters—friends in arms,
answer the cry of foxes, velociraptors, slugs,
every one a node forging today’s chain that is
both elegant in form and function and soul,
for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
Amid crimson arrows raining,
we reach forward
and up, to taste
honeycombs. Saved,
by the playful of a dog
(with a bat, with a hat),
and space cat, braving the winter plunge
a year apart.
Night broken by radiant light,
hot bright pixels, like a flower crown flecked
with ombres of
neon spring green,
maximum blue,
steel violet;
building the universes we dream for the future,
under the glow of halfmoons—Jupiter’s rings,
spectre rituals, and lotus in steadfast stillness.
(Black and white never seemed so beautiful until you).
Anew, each dawn barks renewed promise
to our door, a cycle:
perpetual motion and unfolding
tapestry, thread into thread;
No we don’t need layers on layers of ivory castles,
the magic of this new eden lies in
the parallel paths and synchronised streams.
Bloom here, bloom free.