This must be where we come
to become what we are.
A universe unto its self.
Existance the only answer
to the question of creation.
A sigh of life where we do not look back
for fear of becoming that pillar of salt.
How cold the transformation
but, still I am reminded of your scent
you, a dimension all your own.
(more heart than anything)
All around me, the hazards.
I could not spare myself for any light
the distance to stars, dark matter.
The secrets and math of the cosmos
speak like Oracles to me
it is something made
to bring you to me.
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