A poem about space, time, and effect; The stars are within us.
A sweeping star impetuously curves along an atypical swing in the momentum of space-time.
Concurrently, we have crash-landed on this here rock, and it has been quite the impact.
Sometimes lost and sometimes found, life has always rested under the sky it has fallen from.
And a long time and space ago, happenstance wasn’t a rarity; it was the atmosphere now within your lungs.
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