Quarks of Alchemy

Wonder in the cold, dusty, radiance.
Exquisite moments in infinite horizons.
Aloft – isolated, in eternal orbit,
Knotted, in the stellar winds of time.
Naked and lost, how trivial to breathe.
Existential soul sings, a conscious lullaby of
Solar flares and nebulas, magic and sorrow.
Soaring, rather floating, for a double truth it
Brings – bring me home.
Hostile perfection in Homeric design,
On a lonely, distant, azure planet,
Poetry from the alpha and omega,
Eclipsed by the shadow of temporal dreams.

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