This arcade of lights opalescent in nature
weaving on the fabrics of particles that
coalesce in the soup of creation.
concepts of reality entwined with in
linear moments that have yet to happen,
come to pass, that are distant echoes seen.
The merry-go-round of galaxies gravities
playground, like a slowly draining sink,
into the darkness of voids we disappear.
When the vacuum of this reality cleans the
carpet and all is dark, will it once again
regurgitate what was swallowed and start again.
