SPACE

SPACE

Long empty dark, bringing faith of content.

Wrongful illusions formed of temporal drift.

Gems of clumped matter with niche’s for living.

Chemical molecular magical creators.

Thin clinging smears shielding co-operative intellectuals.

Cold hard shells for exploration and hope.

Charity of randomized destiny, cutting lines through millennia.

Hold fast, cling long, bring light to the dark.

 

 

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