A ****** in space that will see no trial.
The opaque, only a predisposition.
Atoms tear away from themselves,
on a death march to the greater void.
She consumes all,
letting love in.
It sneaks through disguised as only an energy.
It is that and more.
Through the decaying matter,
starlight.
A piercing beacon through the destruction.
Seventeen billion light years off from the light eating sphere.
A juxtaposition of the forgotten and remembered.
The atomic information perhaps lost forever.
The love lays imprisoned within, but never will die.
An energy doesn't know how.
An immortal resides inside the darkness.
Patient for its next chance.
Mathematics say a multiverse may live within the black.
Yet it all seems so naive, for we already know life thrives in destruction.
Wether it's proteins consumed or supernovas entombed.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
A ****** in space that will see no trial.
The opaque, only a predisposition.
Atoms tear away from themselves,
on a death march to the greater void.
She consumes all,
letting love in.
It sneaks through disguised as only an energy.
It is that and more.
Through the decaying matter,
starlight.
A piercing beacon through the destruction.
Seventeen billion light years off from the light eating sphere.
A juxtaposition of the forgotten and remembered.
The atomic information perhaps lost forever.
The love lays imprisoned within, but never will die.
An energy doesn't know how.
An immortal resides inside the darkness.
Patient for its next chance.
Mathematics say a multiverse may live within the black.
Yet it all seems so naive, for we already know life thrives in destruction.
Wether it's proteins consumed or supernovas entombed.
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