21 April 2013

Intergalactic Dream

In its own dark omniverse,
Stars burst into being,
Galaxies breathe in and out
Like lungs.
Mortals launch
Into geosynchronous orbit
Floating in sleepy space,
Enveloped in cotton white nebulae,
Wrapped in invisible dark matter warmth,
Hoping the day will never come.

Day 21.

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