Air Born- an ekphrastic poem about the painting Airborne by Fran Forman

My flight holds the world, the stars.
I hold infinite knowledge, clasped
In my small, pale hands:
An Armillary sphere that spins on its
Axis as we drift across the small sky,
Over material plains (grasslands, lakes, mountains).
Our knowledge (time, space, meridians, zeniths)
Falls down, too great for those
below who cannot withstand the
Meaning of Forever. Human minds are so small.
It burns in them, as it consumes all.
I alone can carry this message of the cosmos.
A herald of suns, a carrier of continents,
A journey into the realm of everything
And of vast nothingness.

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