Filth of the Stars
Poetry about stars, physics, love, cosmology, romance and the strangeness of being alive.
We are all just little ashes from the embers of a fire,
heaving our lungs to the milky stars,
always on the verge of luminous and darkness,
as we ride back into that cold blue flame...
7/02/2005 02:26:00 pm
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