Somewhere in my mind,
a film reel flutters
casting images of vantablack cavities
hallowed into the air-
of seemingly empty spaces encompassing universes
both too small
and too vastly complex
to be perceived by the naked eye,
realities perched precariously
on the point of a needle.
each imperfect grain in my vision
is a cosmic birth-
a work of worlds and wheeling galaxies
nestled together and interspersed.