The velocity of love
Is straight, as starlight flies
From the breath of dying embers,
From the whispers of a sigh.
Creation's incantation
Of mind, into the ether,
Is blessing; curse divine,
Upon this life's thin tether.
Far flung fields of quasars
Transmute the code of being,
And change to nascent light
The inborn soul we're breathing.
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