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August Nov 2012
She rubs the night onto her eyes
In her dish sized eyes, tiny moons shine

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you know you want her
But all you can do is revolve around her

She grinds up meteors, hoping for a ****
Her coffee *** is filled with Saturn smoke

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you lay awake and think about her
But all you can do is revolve around her

Inside her chest, a black hole sits
Aurora borealis pours out her fingertips

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you can't stand the longing for her
But all you can do is revolve around her

The stars form her body, her face, her hips
Kissing space directly on the lips

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
You are a million aeons away from her
And all you can do is revolve around her
9
Esta noche te cruzan
verdes, rojas, azules, rapidísimas
luces extrañas por los ojos.
¿Será tu alma?
¿Son luces de tu alma, si te miro?
Letras son, nombres claros
al revés, en tus ojos.
Son nombres: Universum,
se iluminan, se apagan, con latidos
de luz de corazón. Universum.
Miro; ya sé; ya leo:
Universum cinema, ocho cilindros,
saldo de blanco junto a las estrellas.
Te quiero así inocente, toda ajena,
palpitante
en lo que está fuera de ti, tus ojos
proclamando las vívidas
verdades de colores de la noche.
Las compraremos todas
cuando se abran las tiendas, ahora mismo
-Universum cinema-, cuando bese
las luces de tu alma, sí, las luces,
anuncios luminosos de la vida
en la noche, en tus ojos.
August Apr 2013
http://prezi.com/lf50ud2c7bc1/das-universum-ist-aber-eine-frau/
© Amara Pendergraft 2012 & 2013

Full screen this *****, put the head phones in, and enjoy.

from November 5th, 2012
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I seeketh that vehement hospitality
Nothing shy
All open
With one proud to be

I'm sick of dreams
I'm sick of screams
Like a baby with no milk

I seeketh one
For this blood to be spilt
And her to pump this broke choked heart

No jokes
No farce

No remorse
No darts


Crumbling
Mine brain is swelled by clotted destruction
I canst function

Sick and disgusted by these wanting's of hands to stroke mine face
A separate place

Wherein no man doth enter
Wherein me and her are the center

Of ourn own universe!!!
Snow Aug 2021
du.
Du. Du bist alles. Alles für mich.
Alles ist die Luft die ich atme,
die Sonne die mir ins Gesicht scheint,
der Regen auf meiner Haut,
die Fähigkeit zu leben.
Zu leben als gäbe es kein morgen,
als könne jede Sekunde,
jede Träne,
jedes lächeln,
jeder Sonnenuntergang,
jeder Traum
mein letzter sein.
Mein letzter Atemzug.
Ich ertrinke in dir
und du ?
Du stehst 500 Meter von mir entfernt und schaust mich an.
Meine Haare fliegen im Wind,
es ist kalt.
Deine Blicke ziehen mich aus
und das einzige was von mir übrig bleibt ist meine weiße,
kalte Haut.
Meine braunen Haare,
meine blauen Augen.
Und ich ? Wer bin ich ? Wer war ich ? Wen hast du aus mir gemacht ?  
Dich zu verlieren war einst mein größter Schmerz,
das Gefühl zu ertrinken,
keine Wasseroberfläche in Sicht.
Alles dunkel,
Pechschwarz und doch,
doch fühl ich mich leicht,
fast frei, ein Gefühl von Leichtigkeit.
Ich hab mich verloren.
Deine Liebe hat mich konsumiert,
ausgesaugt wie ein Vampir,
bis meine einzige Seele dein war.
Du nahmst mich mir weg.

Du bist nicht alles,
das hab ich jetzt verstanden.
Ich war alles,
alles um zu leben.
Und nun ? Was nun ?
Hab meine Seele dir gegeben,
mit Hoffnung, Hoffnung,
dass du auf sie aufpasst, sie beschützt.
Doch jetzt verstehe ich.
Ich verkaufte meine Seele an den Teufel.
Ich fühl mich gebunden,
du bist im Besitz des meinen.
Geb' mich frei.


Und doch,
doch werde ich mich nie wiedersehen.
Ich bin weg,
schwebe wie eine verlorene Seele in unserem Universum.
Und nun ?
Du musst verstehen,
du existierst nicht mehr,
nicht wie vorher.
Also vergiss nicht,
verliebe dich wieder,
liebe mit all deinem Herz,
jedes Atom soll vor Glück sprießen,
aber vergiss mich nicht.
Leg deine Hände um dein neues Ich.
Liebe mich,
hege und pflege mich,
heiße mich mit offenen Armen willkommen.
Und wenn du mich fast verlierst,
dann schnapp mich,
halte mich fest,
so fest wie du kannst,
und lass mich niemals los,
niemals.
Yue Wang Yitkbel Nov 2019
Introduction:

If I, with my childlike mind, thus
Interpret Hawking’s analogy here
Of the Universum Infinitus
Not as a fringeless sphere
But as he described, like the surface
Of our beloved planet Earth

Then, the only place
That is beyond time and space
That is with-out time and space
Must be hidden within
Forever, within
Eternity’s grace

What would we see,
If we left Plato’s cave
Into the Perfect Circle
As if through the looking glass
See all of life and existence
For what it was
Without our restricting frame of
Reference:
Our Consciousness
Fear and awareness of change
And loss
Without fear of the light,
Because we were shielded
By the shadows on the walls
For too long?

I

Through the perfectly lucid concave
I saw every String and every way
I saw the river of time, the ring of time
Unified
I saw it ebbs and flows, without death
And seemingly, forever alive

Humanity, consciousness, swim freely
But each soul stay in place, yet as
The river itself moves, and changes,
No one ever ceases to move

As St.Augustine deducted:
Time is the awareness of change
Something must come from
The Future
And
It will unstoppably pass into
The Past

The Present
Is almost nonexistent
Ever within one indivisible
Moment
Thus,
Time is meaningless to God
Time only exists for us
For it is what is gained
And what is immediately lost
TIME doesn’t exist for the eternal

II

Over time, I noticed something This River Time on the other sideSeems to be changing over nightIts flow becoming slower and slowerYetIts waves becoming wider and widerTill less steps is necessary To be able to cross over time     

We measure time by change
But even change is quickly
Changing
Becoming more and more often
More and more senile and forgetful

Is TIME ageing? Dying?
Is the river of time becoming
More and more viscous
As the sentiments build-up
Becoming more and more
Like milk or even honey?

III

Century is the new millennium!
If we measure the river of time
By section or meters of changes
Then, surely we can see that
As the flow of the denser and denser
Bodies of water slow down
Quicker and quicker
What used to be a thousand waves,
Or a thousand years
Is now a hundred waves
Or a hundred years:

If each fixed section or meter
Is marked by a great shift
Paradigm shift or
Great Change
Then
It is clear that the younger time
Used to take shorter, quicker,
Steps
And as it grows and ages
His steps become steady and slowerBut each stride becoming longer 
Thus travels faster
Till only in about a hundred paces
Would he encounter another
Lamppost,
As opposed to Olden Day’s
Every thousand paces

Conclusion:

Time is Consciousness
Or Awareness of change
For if nothing dies, arrives,
Then the constant present
Is forever a place without time

What if the speed of change changes
What happens when change
Seems to be coming quicker
And quicker?

Is change coming towards us
Or are we flowing towards change

Is time ageing?
Is our conscious awareness of
Change
Moving in greater and greater
Strides?
Moving from thousands of years
To hundreds
To decades
To months, weeks,
Days?

Would such a frequency
Exhaust time itself to death?

And grants us our search
For eternity
Not for us to live unbelievably
To age beyond Adam’s 930
But for us, within a hundred years,
A decade, year, month, day,
Hours, seconds
Experience all possible changes
Till we lose it all,
Till no more changes could occur
And
Forever stills the Status Quo.

We are experiencing it now,
Quicker and quicker
From a thousand years old
To a hundred years old
From centuries of greatness
To fifteen minutes of fame
To weeks of love
And endless separation
Till we exhaust it all
Ran all the way
To end up in the
Land of Waste

Or find a way
Beyond the cave
Into the unfathomable
Perfect Circle
Beyond loss, beyond change

Either way,
We will end up in a place
Beyond Time and Space
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3387038/a-platos-perfect-circle/
A very muddied but curious stream of consciousness formed from different strands of what I recently read (Science for the Layman books), and my naive thought experiments sparked by whatever it is that I encounter.
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Century is the New Millennium
By: Yue Xing Yitkbel ****
November 4, 2019 18:47
JMC Jul 2023
Ik twijfel niet
aan de uniekheid van het universum
*** mijn hoofd tuimelt
als ik me erin verlies

Ik twijfel niet
aan de oneindigheid van de sterren
*** ik me verwonder
als ik dat ene lichtpuntje zie

Ik twijfel niet
aan de onvindbaarheid van die ene planeet
*** ik ernaar zoek
alsof ik het ooit nog terugvind

Ik twijfel niet
aan de pracht van de hemel
*** ik het mis
alsof het destijds anders voelde

Ik twijfel niet
aan het einde van de aarde
*** het hoort te zijn
als ik realistisch zou wezen

Wat als de liefde het universum is
jij de ster
onze relatie de planeet en
het verleden de hemel

Twijfel jij?
Op zoek naar closure
Marie Nov 2020
Das Universum in der Pfütze
wurde von einem Stiefel zerquetscht

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