as close as Andromeda awaiting
the universal flower blooms its petals
hugging the great sea in its blossom
flooding the dwellings with innovation
making mechanical smiles from the galactic machines
the clockwork rusts with stars cultivated as nectar
causing certainty in times continuum
A nostalgic nebula becomes an image burnt to frame
Space flooded and flowered by our mother
Sound, dear sound fluctuating a heart beat
a combination of two liquid giants
Harmony, Flowering with harmony
reflections of darkened space but years of beauty
Andromeda rests on crimson overlays light years away
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