The universe is made of fusion orbs
Quarry stars and Gravity holes.
It crushed hydrogen critically,
A point where heat and plasma seas
Curl magnetic leaves and streams
And blast the Earth with mana swirls
Photonic tendrils steaming, stirring.
Earth could cook to photosynthesis
And brains could look to milky stars,
Whose furnace waves our scars.
The brains are machines forged in organic fire,
The stars are machines lighting life from the mire.
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