Space

Throw human pain into its mouth dark and forever, give that suffering some use to feed an ever-expanding muse. It is beyond any attempt at metaphor, as useless as black trying to describe its own shadow. Birthing dwarfs white and planets red, enveloping millennia in the blink of a star whilst holding warriors in constellations and myths for bright lights, cradling childhood dreams inside yellow sparks with an ambiguity of timeless whens and intangible wheres. Somehow, you keep oceans from falling out of the sky