Sun's flames Burning with incandescence Like Jupiter's Iridescence Of fluidic gases, Valiance of the brightest blue of a reasonable red Saturated Carves cerulean into my journey The pernicious fissure releases from my colorless possessions Approaching the regal Sun I am coruscating As I concave in the Solar nucleus Nervously fused Chemistry expedited ethereally
I am a celestial person Now In the interstices of intergalactic expedition Probably fluorescent green, yellowish-orange or a magenta color Probably a supergiant in the existence Of a dying solar I feel my death bringing Reality to a closure Seems the closer I get to coming closer The nearer I find myself Believing in Suns touching horizons In the open ocean Of parallel universes As a pin-point in space Touching upon stars, every Parallel thinker says My metamorphosis was I'm a black hole That spaces out Now I just say "Hello" To the silence A brilliant black hole
Mass of Jupiter exceeds all the planets. Near the asteroid belt seemingly colorful in a variety of patterns. It expresses fluid dynamics in frenetic variety in the keeping with the expanse of the universe. The quantum physics of science make us realize predictability in a parallel universe is just a matter questionable unpredictability. We can pretend that life is easy but when reborn, a set of rules forces us to work towards understanding each other. That makes us awkward as a new generation. Reborn to relive our mistakes. Extremely awkward isn't it. Struggling with our thoughts just to say "Hello" to our loved ones. Like black holes in a parallel universe vacillating between absorbing stars or learning from them. Parallel or not we all have matter and that makes life. In a parallel universes, we would expect the different axes to be in unscientific spatial arrangement. As a black hole, has a ton of mysteries leaving the singularity as an enigma and point horizon as a conclusion of all the arrangements of time. Past- the time that once was, Present- the time that stays, Future- time that has gone away with Destiny. In similarity, I suppose that people can have awkward moments fitting in this world and expressing their desires and thoughts alike their needs and wants. But a black hole as a single purpose after a star dies it is to create space for the universe occupied by light and not-to-mention gases.