Suspended in space
weightless rapture
surrounded by explosions of nebula’s
intergalactic wash of color
moving through the time space continuum
we are born of stars
being stranded in space
nothing seems very far
letting go of perception
breathing into parallels
for what seems a millinium
silence makes its place in my cells
somewhere between the void
of heaven and hell
tethered to expansion
infinite days spent pondering religion
I am an echo of all before me
unheard, not felt or seen
it does not matter now
how hard I tried
how many times I may have lied
my conversations are held with comets
I am defined by the asteroids that collide
next time you wish upon a star
know you
see
the whites
of my eyes
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