Space Repose

It means nothing that the stars keep staring

Infinite sounds of galactic hymnal menacing

Knocking on the doors of a supernova home

Under black holes and leptons, lonely I roam

Planets stumbling, rings blot out of existence

Forgotten will-o-wisps glimmer with presence

I’ll sleep soundly on a constellation hammock

Let lights guide my dreams to universes amok.

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