Monday, June 29, 2020
we are only the tinest of fragments of the universe hardly a mote in the eye
Falling into Stars
We are all here in this dreaming moment,
Looking into a boundless night;
That may compel a vertigo
To return into the womb of cosmic creation.
Evolving from the infinite stars
Fragments of motion
Collide with matter to
Spin fragments into motion,
Fused further by random ubiquitous forces;
Continually transforming millennia
Into tentacles of related beings that emerge
Into the ever-evolving universe.
Copyright T. Truesdale 2018