I close my hand and manhandle the universe shift and move galaxies into formidable frenzies of light mutating matter to new forms of life
new stars to birth, the comets will surf, gases dispersed to quench a thirst universal I, the metaphysical of the verse
solar welts, stretched asteroid belts, suns with spiritual forms are knowingly felt stars will melt...
the cards of life when dealt I have knelt in awe in the presence of Celestial birth's, a curse to witness through my eyes on Earth immersed... in all it's glory
Must be something in the early morning air.... this is fantastic stuff, that first stanza is killer, immersion in a godhead nebula of poetry. Dig this.
Stay up till 3 in the morning writing more often, haha xD Not like your writing is better at a specific time, it's always good, but yeah
This was so cool sounding, I couldn't get this beautiful mental image out of my head, and relating it to "the cards of life" ....brilliance!
Wish i had a telescope to look into in the morning lolz, i love the picture u chose for this poem, the title, and the poem itself, so magical it seems like and such natural beauty... really nicely captured, i really enjoyed this. :D