Lucid Lunaris

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All life is all life

what if the universe is only the same to God as a lung to a human

and it has been expanding all this time because it is inhaling

wildest dreamers, you will never understand

plucking holes in your sky to make starlight

your mastery of nothing, the whole world in your hands

flounder from your waters onto the surface of these pale gray sands

struggle abreast of gravity to wade into catastrophe

void of perspective, what awaits

Colors never seen

the veins of membranes of the vastness

serving as the trail of flashes

warp, witnessed hundreds of years later

incomprehensible the digestion or detection

of the farthest Allfather; far from one, another

it is not meant to be known by tongue or thought

or possibly perceived when shown, or learned or taught

speak to it, if it were to utter one stone silent syllable

gently, lovingly, answer, or flinch, or twitch

all this precious, infinitesimal life would instantaneously perish

Dream and dream of miraculous cosmos

skip rope with wormholes, hopscotch down the Aesir's Bridge

softly pull a strand of fire from the sun to compose

in brilliance etch your words into nebulous prose

all life will be renewed

defile my God internally

and ask what you need

not what you can get, or can't have

kneeling in prayer on the moon

dreaming of home within yourself

meditating on life, all life

and all life is, all life is.