The Cosmos
The city gets bright.
Will ivory moon plummet
into frothing sea?
Death is but a path,
stars collapse
universes shrink daily,
the Earth is in the center,
then there are these crystal spheres
the sun
the moon
the planets and finally
the celestial sphere,
where the stars are
and everything has a place.
Sometimes the darkest nights
give rise to the brightest mornings.
The cosmos is also within us,
it will be music to our ears
because it will be
the quiet echo
of that moment
of our creation,
of our observable universe.
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