The curve of our world holds steady like a windowed boundary,
glimpses caught, but the whole will never be seen.
Atmosphere to roof us
The unbound expanse lies unmatched for words,
unseen by naked eyes.
Stars, not specks, are untold giants swirling the infinite,
boiling white lights in their stomachs,
smiling and waving through the night.
The lack of air, choking
The bending of time, spooling
As comets trail the moon, bleeding in inky black.
Behind the pulse of stars dying
In the vacuum, light bends but never breaks
Tethered to nothing, drawn into the eternal without end.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
The curve of our world holds steady like a windowed boundary,
glimpses caught, but the whole will never be seen.
Atmosphere to roof us
The unbound expanse lies unmatched for words,
unseen by naked eyes.
Stars, not specks, are untold giants swirling the infinite,
boiling white lights in their stomachs,
smiling and waving through the night.
The lack of air, choking
The bending of time, spooling
As comets trail the moon, bleeding in inky black.
Behind the pulse of stars dying
In the vacuum, light bends but never breaks
Tethered to nothing, drawn into the eternal without end.
The infinite divine or God's throne.
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