Red and blue and green the porous genes
And the scene careens through the dark room
Convex starfields creep through whirl wheeled
Dark planes press them vacuum-sealed
Cruise control in deep space
The fields roll by at an unknown pace
Energy exploding by
Star light lines raining down
A sporadic web binds the heavens
Pulling, stretching and tearing
Burning, freezing and evolving
And every thing is one.
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I would like to translate this poem