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Aug 2014
I am of the constellations
Drifting on solar winds
Radiation,
Cosmic,
Microwaves,
Sustain me on my endless travels    
I drift through nebula's
There colours invigorate,
Primordial soup of
The universe,
Once something
Now I drift through
Currents,
Waves,
Particles,
Caress over me,
I am a traveller,
Free,
I drift through solar systems
Through places ancient as time
My calling is the universe
It is my home, adrift for all time,
Poetic T
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