Luminous Spaghetti

You couldn’t begin

to understand darkness

in total, full of bullet-holes,

beautiful and surprising and deep.

Separated by stars,

one mile straight down, 

amessagewithnobeginningnomiddlenoend.     

Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Method: This is a remixed poem composed only from the first three pages of chapter 5 of the novel. The title is taken from the Tralfamadorian view of the heavens appearing like "rarefied, luminous spaghetti."

Note: First published in issue 104 of Right Hand Pointing.