We lie wrapped in the arms of the galaxy, swirling toward an interminable doom, approaching the event horizon of the most secret, darkest matter in existence.
What is beyond and what is to come are through the gateway to a sister universe.
I am coated as you are coated as we are all coated in the stars and galaxies and mysteries of the universe.
We are warmed by the cold silence.
We are alive but by the precious explosions of stars.
We are screaming to be heard, begging to seize the hope that we are not alone.
We are comforted in the false knowledge that we are it, we are special.
We are amused by the unintentional paradox as we spin.
Full circle.
What is beyond and what is to come are through the gateway to a sister universe.
I am coated as you are coated as we are all coated in the stars and galaxies and mysteries of the universe.
We are warmed by the cold silence.
We are alive but by the precious explosions of stars.
We are screaming to be heard, begging to seize the hope that we are not alone.
We are comforted in the false knowledge that we are it, we are special.
We are amused by the unintentional paradox as we spin.
Full circle.