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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Photons of Life For millennia they remained etched in the very essence of mother Gaia herself For eons they`ve travelled at sub-sonic speeds within the space we call the universe They brought light to the darkest realms, casting aside the shadows birthed in oblivion They emanate from a large, hot stronghold at the center of the Milky Way They summon life to its prime pinnacle and rejuvenate the one we call the man of steel Acting like a well-run Chernobyl and Fukushima, they are our source of energy Han Solo and Darth Vader could not tame the force within them; the empire could never own them Radicalized and free spirited like the ideals of Che Guevara, they run rampant throughout space As the world stood in shadows only Einstein saw them for what they really were, only Einstein saw them as particles of light To mere mortals this spectrum of light rays is like Susan Storm….. Invisible Moving in single jet-like streams, they teleport themselves into the land of the living Flashing iridescently for a millisecond, reminding us of the frailties of life, here one minute gone the next Their jurisdiction knows no bounds, travelling at warp speeds no planet is beyond their reach The cosmic gods worship them, for without them the cosmos would be a barren wasteland of static waves A junk yard where shooting stars and meteorites aggregate in their disorientation Wishes made upon shooting stars would never reach the audience of the Gods And hideous hordes of space demons would forever terrorize the furthest corners of the galaxy Mystic beings looked towards the heavens and found streams of photons fighting hordes Mortal beings looked towards the skies and dreamed of flying above the clouds They shone on every planet, brought life to the bleak, and sired a new generation of demon slayers For once Darth Vader trembled; for once Han Solo could take the God on and not perish To grasp the meaning of my words, you`d have to be up at dawn, to see photons reclaim the skies from darkness, to see the retreating shadows You`d need to see them banished for the ten hours that the photons rule the skies You`d need to see these Photons Of life
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