The Trop

The game drones on.
The Trop is a “pinball game” baseball field, named after orange juice.
A hit ball striking one catwalk is a double.
If it hits another, then its a home run or a dead ball or a ball in play.
I float outside my shadow, into layers of screen image.
Reality flickers into the dreamtime.
Now the stanchions are stars above the flowing catwalks.
The rafters are a painted shadow sky, overarching horizons.
The universe reveals itself vast, complex and intricate.
Our world is exposed as mere scenery of the infinite.
All of our hard earned knowledge throughout our history
is exposed as just a trivial facade, simplistic and arcane.
There are worm holes and phantom connections
where souls and angels traverse our notions of time and space.
There is a profound intricacy, suggesting a maker or makers.
Intelligence outside of our evolution, and understanding.
The machinery is very old, but is amazing and beautiful,
but now it seems fallow, unattended and neglected.
Just another discarded toy that has lost its entertainment value.
There is no longer any sign of a presence to be seen.
No guidance or direction for our tiny self-centered micro-dot.
Meanwhile, the world is taking a beating.
We are taking a beating.
There is only an old fashioned phone on a old desk.
I pick up the receiver I and hear:
“your call is important to us, leave a message.”


David Somerset is a poet living in Salem MA. and also writes short stories and lyrics.

Art can illuminate even the most elusive and difficult to comprehend ideas. Visual rules and tightly codified visual metaphors help scientists communicate complex ideas mostly amongst themselves, but they can also become barriers to new ideas and insights. Dr. Regina Valluzzi’s images are abstracted and diverged from the typical rules and symbols of scientific illustration and visualization; they provide an accessible window into the world of science for both scientists and non-scientists.