Can one outgrow the earth?
Caught in a rapture so grand,
dancing the edge of the Universe,
like the glimmer of the far stars,
becoming now a celestial orb,
spinning its web of new dimensions,
spinning your web of new creations,
creations, creations, creations........
copyright@2010 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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