Holding a last breath of contemplation,
I exhale all that I was unto a universe.
My words are dew droplets hanging in
a void of nothingness filled with everything.

My glazed perception is frigid in its glancing.
I perceive the beauty that is before me even though
laminated in silence I still stare onwards.
And pearls of beauty are sketched into glares.

Wondering the halls of creation, a universe
of chaos, I'm just a celestial body on a journey
collecting the memories of all that was and to
come upon the motions of a living universe