And just like starlight,
it takes billions of years.
It shimmers, it fades.
Cosmic suffering,
rattling of constellations.
New shapes in the sky.
Small in their own lives,
but creating new cultures
in ******** for us.
Volumes of white lies,
tenser deafening quiet,
and bright like a star.
Built as mountains are,
dense as the passing of time;
gone when morning comes.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
And just like starlight,
it takes billions of years.
It shimmers, it fades.
Cosmic suffering,
rattling of constellations.
New shapes in the sky.
Small in their own lives,
but creating new cultures
in ******** for us.
Volumes of white lies,
tenser deafening quiet,
and bright like a star.
Built as mountains are,
dense as the passing of time;
gone when morning comes.
