Thursday, July 31, 2014


There is stardust and 
void inside of me, 
swirling atoms 
drifting and 
gliding and 
just barely grazing one another
in the suspension found in
a nebula of 

they whisper, 
collapse into yourself 
and let everything collide, 
become beautifully orchestrated 
chaos that resonates 
the song of the universe. 

This isn't the ending of 
a nebula, 
but the beginning of
a galaxy.

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