the celestial bodies may crash
and burn the sight from my eyes.
but I see you in my mind:
dancing through the galaxy.
and that gives me the right to eternity.
the black holes may swallow
and leave my chest hollow and dusted.
but I hear you in my head.
your voice carries across the empty nothing
and that gives me the right to eternity.
the universe may protest.
implode on itself.
disintegrate.
but I can feel you, despite it all:
you’re made of thousands of years behind you.
you run on rocket fuel and pure moonlight.
you live among fragments of time past;
stardust, spaceships, and singularities.
you chose me to hold your solar systems and make sure they orbit.
so I’ll ignore the meteor showers and the wormholes
and cherish our interstellar dust.
because I hold the right to eternity
and I am a space to be reckoned with.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
the celestial bodies may crash
and burn the sight from my eyes.
but I see you in my mind:
dancing through the galaxy.
and that gives me the right to eternity.
the black holes may swallow
and leave my chest hollow and dusted.
but I hear you in my head.
your voice carries across the empty nothing
and that gives me the right to eternity.
the universe may protest.
implode on itself.
disintegrate.
but I can feel you, despite it all:
you’re made of thousands of years behind you.
you run on rocket fuel and pure moonlight.
you live among fragments of time past;
stardust, spaceships, and singularities.
you chose me to hold your solar systems and make sure they orbit.
so I’ll ignore the meteor showers and the wormholes
and cherish our interstellar dust.
because I hold the right to eternity
and I am a space to be reckoned with.
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